No, the reason Chrissy had never been on a date was because of her father, one John Robinson by name.He wasn't mean or anything. He just remembered wh...t he tried to do with fifteen-year-old girls when he was, say thirteen through nineteen. For that matter he lusted after Chrissy's friends regularly and would gladly plow their sweet teen furrows if it didn't mean he'd end up in prison. He knew what boys thought about when they looked at his daughter, and he had decided a long time ago that she. I should have helped set the table, but I made up for it by being the first to offer my girl ... my friend a chair.Mrs. Tremayne remarked, sitting down, “You will never guess what Melissa Newman saw out her back window a few days ago?”“Oh!” I said, nervously, “What was it, Mom?”“You and your best friend, kissing ... on the lips!”BUSTED!“It’s OK, son,” Stephen said. “Nobody stays friends for nine years. You don’t have to hide from either of us. We understand.”I breathed deeply, maybe for the. I didn't realize how thorough wax jobs are now. She had me roll over and trimmed my hair around my ass.Shen then told me it was time for the wax.She started on my ass and spread the hot wax on my butt. I was nervous and she rubbed my back. I laid there with my ass raised, waiting for the wax to coolShe told me it was time and ripped off the waxWow.......... That was painfulBefore I could think about it she turned me over and started waxing my pussy area.;l i was so concerned about her spilling. The towel looked perilously close to falling. Go! Go! Go! My adopted sister laughed, spun around, and headed for the bathroom.Act One complete! I considered doing something other than sitting around waiting for Act Two, but what could I possibly accomplish in twenty minutes? I closed my eyes and replayed every second of Ahmo walking out of her room, standing at my bedroom door, and walking away. The last was my favorite--I liked watching Ahmo walk away with a towel that barely covered her.