Just hold the lock of hair in your hand... paint it all the way downalong your glove to the end. Don't miss any spots...After you paint that section, ...lip it over to the other side of hishead, and section off another section and repeat.I could begin to smell a faint chemical smell in the air. And as itprogressed, my head felt heavier and heavier with the weight of eachlock of hair being wetted down.Is this right? Am I doing it right?Yes, just keep it about a half an inch away from the scalp...A. ....You inhale the masculine scent that is uniquely Me, warm, musky....aphrodisiac delight.I pull your mouth to meet mine, our tongues dancing an ageless duet.... My mouth moves to your neck, tongue licking your satiny skin as I turn to give you better access and my tongue drives you wild.My mouth wanders down to your breast and pulls your tightly ruched bud into my mouth and tongues it to the roof of my mouth. A whimper of sweet longing escapes me as you press my head to your breast and with. This she kept repeating in every which way she could think of.We sat on the stack of boards that was my seat as I explained how we could never really be together. She understood. She said it didn’t matter. She just wanted me to know that she loved me and she always would. I kissed her swollen deformed lips and then pulled her with me as I lay down on the floor of the shack. She knelt beside me then laid down on top of me. Her lightweight body pressed her tits into my chest as she moved to. Her clothes still fit (if anything, they looked better on her than before), she felt great, and she hadn't become a horny slut.Finally calming down, she sat back down at the table to finish the gift baskets. Even after her small setback, she was still just as determined to get the girls back for the way they had treated her. After double-checking that she put each doctored hand sanitizer in the correct basket, she wrapped them in clear plastic to increase the odds that the women wouldn't open.