" She opened the box and took outwhat appeared to be a very fine woven net, filled with hair. It wasabout as big as a large canteloupe. Actually, i... seemed like it wasabout the size of my head. "Wow. That's pretty big," I exclaimed."Yeah it is. It's called a rat. I'll be using it to form as a base foryour hair. The hairstyle you're going to have has a...lot of volume."Sandy then proceeded to attach the rat to the braided disk of hair. Shethen took sections of my hair, starting with the. He brought her over to dinner and after meeting her I could not have been happier for him. That was until I suddenly realised it was the same girl I knew from the refugee centre where she volunteered and helped young asylum seekers assimilate and where I too volunteer from time to time. My heart stopped for a moment as I recollect spotting her a few months back on her knees sucking the cocks of 2 young Syrian refugees. I peered through the gap in the door and rubbed my stiff cock watching her. We chatted about what the dreams meant and how they made us feel, then I gathered the courage to tell her that she was the girl from the mall and that I loved her. I didn't hear from her for a few hours but then she texted me saying that if I ever wanted to experiment she would gladly do it with me. A few days later I saw her after school for practice and wrapped my arms around her waist, pressing her ass against me. People have seen us do some pretty weird sh*t in the past so I didn't care if. "Busted again." With a slightly red face I turned to Bev and said, "Yes, she is." Recovering, I added, "She's almost as pretty as you, babe."Bev smiled knowing that I was laying it on a little thick. She commented, "I bet you'd like to check out what's under those jeans."I looked at Bev with a shocked expression and mimed, "Who me?"She said, "That's OK hun, while you're playing with her, I'll be exploring what's between her man's legs."I chuckled at my wonderful lady. She always knew what to.