In love with long hair

We both laughed and then she said “OK Ken, do you know how to use one of these?” and she handed me the same brush I saw in her purse. I gladly took it and just whispered “yes”. She turned around with her back to me and that was the signal to begin. I found that she used very dark and large pins to keep that mound up. I then remembered those days letting down my babysitters hair and had no trouble removing the right pins first to prevent the usual tangles. But I took it slow and removed each one with purpose. Slowly she was down to only 3 pins left yet the bun was still mostly intact. “You do know what you are doing!” She smiled and I could tell this night was one for the record books! As the last of the pins came out I was still holding the bun in place with both my hands. “Now stand up Carole” I asked and together we got up off the couch. Then I said “here we go” and I let it all just unfold.

For a moment I said nothing. And then I could hear her asking “Is everything alright Ken?” I was in shock. He hair just piled on the floor! And not a small pile, it lay there like a pillow! I finally blurted out a yes as I began to gather up the ends of this mane. I then started to walk backwards almost tripping on the coffee table and yet there was till more hair! I was over 8 feet long! The ends were just as thick and full as the top and it was so soft I was beginning to think I would explode right in my pants. She then turned around and looked at me. Again, she seems a bit sad when she asked if everything was alright. I began to see what was bothering her, she felt that her hair may be so long that it was a turn off. I look back at her and told her I was in love! She was almost as stunned as I was with my response as I was with her hair. “You mean you actually like all this hair???” “Carole, I am in awe. I love your hair. I love that you have spent what must be your life to grow it this long and yes Carole, I love you.”