" It came out of her smiling mouth in a whisper.I walked her toward my room with two bottles in one hand and the other around her waist. The walk was ...uiet. I had no idea what specifically she was thinking, but my mind had gone back to the words of the music that began this story. And as I played those words in my memory, I realized once again that it was a love song.Love was not on my agenda. Fucking, and all the ramifications of foreplay and afterplay, was my only goal. And that goal now. Did you see how big his cock was in those pictures?”I felt both embarrassed and thrilled at the same time. My sister liked my cock pictures.Rachael added, “Did you see how much cum he shot?”Gloria said, “That little shit could get us both pregnant at the same time.”Rachael said, “Yeah, if we were lying side by side in his bed and he was moving his cock from your pussy to mine when he started to cum.”Gloria said, “Yuck! Can you imaging lying in his bed with all of his left over cum dried onto. After a while I looked in the mirror and realized I looked foolish. Myhairy legs were sticking out of the bottom of the dress and I had noboobs. I looked like a guy in a dress and it deflated my good feelings.I had to do something about it. I went into the bathroom and foundAngie's bottle of Veet and her bladeless razor and rubbed it all over mybody. I let it set in (smelling bad) and then used the razor to removeall my body hair. It felt wonderful to have the hair gone, I don't knowwhy. " I just feel a little sick. Now please, where am I?" In your bedroom. Where else?"Then I actually did feel sick as if I were about to heave. "Where's the bathroom?" Come on. Get off it. What's wrong?" She asked looking perplexed.I just looked at her.I guess I must have looked sick because she finally said, "The bathroom's down the hall."I stood up, got dizzy, sat back down, got up again, and then quickly stumbled my way out through the door. From the hall I could see into what looked like a.