So when Abbie announces their appointments as she climbs into the car on Tuesday evening, Tim is a bit taken back.Tim questions what she means about b...th of them, and in between giving Tim directions to the salon, Abbie calmly explains, “Tim, your hair is getting long, which I love, but it so needs some styling. And I need to get a trim at the least, as it has been a few months now.So Tim resigns himself to the ordeal ahead.At the salon, Abbie is greeted as a regular customer, and the hair. Tuesday, when I stayed down for supper with the girls, I cried on the way home because I missed talking to you about my day while we ate. Then I get home and you greet me with a glass of lemonade and immediately asked me how my day was. We sat on the couch and talked about what we’d done since we last saw each other. I’ve never had anyone who actually cared about how my day went.“I could see that you did. As we talked – even when I was repeating the silly conversations we had at dinner – you. Runt wore nothing but an animal hide loincloth, tied around his waist with a leather belt, his erection already tenting the fabric as if to brush against Schaffer’s nose. He was lithe and skinnier than his peers, though still soft around the belly and lower body, and Schaffer began to untie the belt. The loincloth fell away, catching on the alien’s member for a moment before dropping to the floor, exposing Runt’s erection. He wasn’t as massive as Zagza was, the pack Alpha was almost a foot long. She looked at the largest one, like a relief map of a river; it meandered along the full length of his fat cock. “It’s so hard and angry looking. You want to cum don’t you?” “Fuck yes, yes I do.” Penny lingered, gently caressing that spongy lump inside him. “And you know I could keep you like this for ages, just caressing you here.” Softly grazing his prostate again, his frustrated moan punctured the febrile air. “Oh fuck, it… it feels so good.” She looked at him smiling wickedly, devouring.