She always wore knee high stockings, giving access to her thighs for the injections. Today she wore a low heel shoe, with slacks and a sweater. For Fl..., she was actually, “dressed up.” She sat opposite me at her kitchen table and watched me eat the sandwich. I was watching her big breasts trying to bust thru the sweater. I wasn’t too keen on the subject, but I was guessing Aunt Flo was a C cup, and never having borne a child, I imagined her nipples were still pink. I caught myself grinning and. She is five feet 5 inches tall and with the best booty in the city. Her stats are 34-24-34.“Unwrap me, anand” she said while Anand’s strong hands were touching the waxed, soft thighs of Rose. He went down and kissed her thighs. He felt like it was the best thing he kissed. Her thighs were so soft and meaty, ready to be tasted. He kissed her thighs again and waited for his lips on thighs, and then slowly bite her inner thighs with purpose.“Ooooooh, do that again bastard”, she was enjoying it. It. This went everywhere I had washed.I got up from the bed to fetch the shopping bag from the night before. I opened the box of fresh razor heads and changed the blades. Sheila listened closely, her breathing heavy but regular. Starting on the right thigh, I removed the foamy gel. Washing the razor often, I removed all her hair, except a small bumper above the cleft. Shaving is nice, but baby smooth is getting old fashioned.There was one area I could not easily reach. Rather than struggle with it,. I chose a Friday evening and stepped into this smoking lounge, a foreign territory indeed. I wandered around and took in the high-end ambiance, complete with buttery soft leather seats and imported fixtures. The staff was very attentive and helped me select the right cigar and a fitting drink. They told me to relax and enjoy, and that here in their smoking lounge, ”Anything is possible.” I sat at the majestic candlelit bar – nervous, excited, and full of lust as I tried to mellow out and enjoy.