Maybe it was the way he said it, or maybe just because his breath was right in my ear, but goosebumps rose up over my arms and legs. I sighed, trying ...o slow my heart down which I could feel beating faster.“That's not something we should be talking about now”, I whispered back to him, wondering if I should tell Sarah about this. Him placing his hand on my bare knee though, that I should definitely tell her about. I looked at his hand then to him, his face inches from mine. “What are you. But just as I was about to do it he came out I told him I had to go bad and if his mom would mind if I walked in while she was still in there. He said that she didn't care and to go for it. So wasting no time I almost ran to their bathroom, I opened the door and walked in she was standing up one leg on the side of the tub and a razor in her hand. She was shaving her pussy and man what a sight it was. I went to the toilet and fumbled around a bit trying to get my dick out all the while watching. My parents were a bit unconventional to say the least, (to say more, theygood people, but weren't very good at parenting.) That in some ways workedto my advantage. We were never really too terribly forced into traditionalgender roles around the home. We also didn't have any exposure to religionmany have in a small town. Of course part of the reason the gender roleswere never enforced strictly was that my parents weren't very good atguidance in general. My father was more for focusing of pot as. " That would be nice."Atlanta chuckled as if she knew otherwise.A few hours later Atlanta stared ahead. She had a feeling there was trouble awaiting them. Her instinct was not lost on Valerie. Atlanta's body language told Valerie that she had to on the alerts too. They were at least a mile from the desert plus it was still a bright sunny day so she doubted it could be any Dakins.Valerie followed Atlanta into some thick brush where she was given a signal to crouch down. Valerie dropped to her.