"So... you interested in shaving your cute little wife's quim? Or not?"Julie had always trimmed herself, especially for when summer came and she began...wearing her bikinis again. But in all the years they'd been married, he'd never once seen her or known her without having fur. He'd once asked her about it, even hinted he'd like to see her shave her 'quim' he thought to himself, but she never had or never would for whatever reason."What made you decide to do this now?" he questioned excitedly,. Well, the bag of flesh that currently sits on a hospice bed waiting for a cure to getting hit by a bus is named Bradley. I tend to think of myself now as a free floating consciousness. I can wander here, I can wander there, and more importantly, I can go places I could not before.My mother is here. Helen is her name. She is a pretty young thing, despite being 40, divorced, and completely upset. She's got brilliant green eyes, sandy blonde hair, a thin, barely flabby frame (due mostly to age). ”“Did she really tell you that about me? I have to confess, from the very first moment I met her, I was so impressed by her kindness, her beauty, and her – Uh, physical features.”“Her sexy ass and big titties?”“Yes, that’s what I was thinking, but I used other words ... Would you mind taking your starched white shirt off, to allow me at least one photograph of your big handsome, naked chest?”“I don’t mind at all. I would love to have at least two of your big, beautiful naked breasts, and maybe. Her dark hair fell just below her shoulders. He noticed that she paid special attention in finding a shade of lipstick that perfectly matched her dress and deduced that she was more than likely wearing the same shade of red panties. "Red." Richard replied in confidence. Julie smiled and leaned back in her chair looking around the room to try to find a moments privacy in the crowded meeting hall. Sure of her self she propped the bottom of her heel on Richards chair in between his legs and traced.