”“Have you shaved women ... there?” she asked.“It’s no different than shaving my neck,” he said. “Don’t you worry your pretty head.”...hich is how she ended up lying on the bed sideways, with her knees at the edge of the mattress and her lower legs hanging, while he sat on a chair between her spread thighs with his own razor and shaving cream. He had little trouble reducing her bush to a landing strip. When he was finished, though, and had cleaned her off with a washcloth, he couldn’t resist. “I have a lot going on right now and your little dramas are far down on my list.”Jenny’s face turned crimson.“Fine, I’ll be specific,” he snarled. “What is that shit with you threatening to beat up my date? What is that shit with telling my mom and sister your big secret but leaving me out? What is that shit with Frenching my fuckin’ sister right in front of me? There, specific enough?”Brock shook his head.“OK, I’ll go in order,” he said. “First, it was about stopping you from being sexually. Possibly, they would kill each other off and save us some work, but it made little difference to us, either way.The men sat around talking and drinking beer for another hour before leaving to gather their gangs. We let them get out the door far enough to deflect suspicion before we followed. I had the meanest looking one as my target, no particular reason, it just made him easy to identify.There was no subtlety here. My man rode his horse out of town to a camp situated in a convenient clump of. “I like your stockings, Candy, and your legs are beautiful too!” she managed to get out without stuttering.“Thanks!” Candy said, smiling. “I hate full nylons.”“Me too, girl! Thigh-highs are so much more comfortable and I feel sexy in them,” Gracie said as she ran her finger along the top band of Candy’s stocking, looking her in the eye as she did. “Is this OK? I mean, do you mind me touching you like this?” Candy’s pussy started flowing into her white lace thong.“No, I like how that feels..