"Suddenly, the apprehension and she is filled with rage! She walks to the phone and calls the post office then spends a frustrating as they patiently ...explain how to read the post mark. However, that only reveals the city where it was mailed. Not the identity of the person that mailed the hated thing. Finally, the rep tells to call the police. Dreading what's coming she hangs the phone on its perch and resolutely dials the number.An hour later a female detective arrives and the frustration. He was a couple minutes into his journey to orgasmic bliss when he heard his bedroom door close and the lock on the knob click. He quickly pulled up the covers. "This is no time be shy, Ben." It was his mother whispering as she sat on the edge of his bed."Son, you had a terrible night! I heard you groaning and moaning and tossing in your bed most of the night. I got up to check on you and you had the covers down and periodically you were playing with yourself. I spent the last half of the night. ‘oh my god’ I voiced in excitement, for a long hair fetish like me the sight was overwhelming. The hair was jet black, what made my heart beat faster was the length and volume of her hair. Even in a tight braid, I was finding it difficult to close my palm around her braid. I ran my fingers along the whole length of her long braid. It should be more than a meter long with the same volume almost till the ends, vipanchika had left some of her hair unbraided after the band, I smelled there.I felt. She's the one who saw me for the first time with mascara on. Hermother got me into modeling." I see, and why does she say you're a girl." She say's I'm a girl inside because I do things like a girl. I told herI didn't know if that was true because I like being a boy." I see. I have to ask, you're here as Amanda and yet you say you likebeing a boy. Why haven't I seen Mark yet?" It's a long story," I said, not wanting to admit I'd rather be Amandawhen I saw him."We have all hour Amanda and I'd.