Thegaffe was flesh colored and pressed my penis tightly back between mylegs, also forcing my testicles up between my legs. My own pubic hairwas visibl..., but any vestige of maleness simply disappeared.I need to make an adjustment, though. I reached behind me and moved thecord to uncover my bottom. I needed to be sure that Mark would haveclear access to my love nest. There was not doubt in my mind that Iwanted to feel his erect penis inside my body that night and I wantednothing to inhibit that. First her hair was coloured and much to her shock she becamelike a redhead because of colouring.But Sheila promised that everything would be all right because therewould be two more coats of dark brown and that the finish would betotally different from what she was seeing. The hair then was permedinto a soft wavy style to rest on shoulders. Janet wanted her faceframed by gentle bangs with tresses feathered back on sides in layersupon layers of soft curls.That way, Sheila consulted that Janet. It was a shade that I might have chosen for myselfat Jim's age. Not too startling, not too in your face. Just a nice,somewhat to the dark side, pink. An excellent choice for a girl Jim's ageat the beach. Jim clutched the bottle in his hand as I made my choice: adeep sparkling royal blue. It would go very well with my navy skirt andwhite silk blouse. We then continued following the receptionist to ourthrones, where we were seated side by side.As this was new to Jim, I and the manicurist helped. Cassie ordered for both of them — a vanilla latte with no whip for her brown friend, and a tall no-fat pumpkin latte for herself. The barista nodded, ‘Your names…?’ ‘Cassie and Ree,’ she replied. Adding two last-minute fruit parfaits to the order, she tapped her meal card. The girls waited on their drinks at the end of the bar. Reema idly mentioned her recent manicure. ‘My nails still look amazing, by the way.’ ‘That’s what happens when you go to a great salon!’ Cassie said, wondering how the.