It remains so to this day.My grandmother and aunt were fanatical about my remaining smooth andhairless. They felt a complete lack of body hair would e...fect mepsychologically and reinforce my little girl status (they were right!).Each Saturday I had to present myself in the nude to Aunt Elenore fordepiliation. The merest hint of stubble insured that she would repeat theritual established during that first bath night.Shaving legs, underarms and pubic area resulted in way too much hair inthe tub.. . that’s quite diabolical in its own way.”April was sliding down the road of hazy happiness, but still, some part of her struggled to pay attention.“Of course we grabbed Lee. It was quite a challenge to set it up. Finding he smoked and wanted to stop, well, that was a godsend for us. Normally we are a little more haphazard in the marks we bring in, - we just set up shop and see what providence brings us. But this, well, when we found out what drug that bitch over at the drug company was intent. I felt the small toothed comb run through my hair as she sectioned it off and then she pinned it up. I felt the tug of each section of hair and the clicking of the scissors as she cut the back underneath first. She sectioned, cut, and pinned over and over again. "If you use one of Mom's big scissors, you'd get done a lot sooner," I said. "If I used Mom's scissors, you'd be missing an ear by this time," she answered me. I didn't laugh cause I believed it.Of course Mom and Dad had to come in. A subtle layer of puppy fat accentuated her feminine curves. It smoothed out all the right places, underlining her silky legs and hips. His eyes slid down her exquisite hourglass figure. Her skin was perfectly creamy and inviting. He wanted her. He was going to have her. Her breasts stood free, an easy handful with small perky, erect nipples. They rose and fell with her slow breathing. Her tiny, bald pussy stood as two perfect, puffy mounds. It looked utterly delicious. Her hand wandered down.