She unbuttoned my shorts and let them drop to the floor. Then she grabbed the waistband of my briefs and slid them to the floor, allowing my 6 and a h...lf inch cock to spring forward. She grabbed my cock and began to gently stroke it. She knew that drove me crazy. I looked down to see pre-cum begin to trickle out. She took her finger and rubbed it into the head of my cock. Then she dropped to her knees and gave the head a little kiss, then a lick. Then she began to suck me, slowly at first. She. . no. Not too great. My daughters left for Uni and I just realised the light’s really gone out of my life.”“Must be tough.”He read the honest sympathy in her voice and expression. “Yes – thanks. You understand.”She smiled a little sadly. “Maybe a little. Dad was into ecology. Took off when I was five, to do something in Tierra del Fuego. I’ve seen him for a few weeks at a time since then between him going to the Far East to protest Japanese whaling, Alaska to protest drilling for oil ... you. Asking me lots of personal questions including did I still want to kill myself. I told him no and he looked directly in the eyes asking me was I sure. I nodded to tell him I was sure but he saw the doubt in my eyes. He then told me to be released from the hospital I would have to start therapy both individual and group. I told him I was in the rape support group. This seemed to surprise him and he asked me if I felt I was benefitting from it. I told him I wasn’t sure. He then asked me. Above me, he surrendered to my loving touch and sighed with pleasure at my every touch. "Well?" I asked, "Is it to me a trim or the full monty?" His nut sack was as smooth as the day he was born. "Take it all off." "A wise choice, Sir." A small tuft of hair at most is all that is required, in my opinion. Chop down the jungle to reveal the sweetest flower. "Beautiful!" I declared as I sat back on my heels to admire is shorn form. Without all that unnecessary hair, his cock looked like it had.