He graduated to two canes for a while. Before we left for New York he was down to one cane. Since he was Commandant of the Camp he could surely have c...mmandeered a first floor office somewhere, I thought."Come in Rose," the voice came from the inner office."So did you fire Magda, or does she work nine to five?" I asked."Magda was proficient enough to move on to the swamp," Andrew said."Oh?" I asked."My receptionists come from the Swamp, because their English isn't good. They stay here while. We are walking though the long grass when suddenly it starts to rain hard. We quickly run to a near by tree to get some shelter from leave. But it’s too late as we are both soaking wet. We wrap our arms around each other so we can get warm and hope that the rain slows down a bit. I can feel your hand nipples pressing though my wet t-shirt on to my chest. My hands are rubbing your back trying to get you warm. Your hands are doing the same but they are starting to turn me on at the same time.. "Reminds me of when you had that crappy apartment with Mike. We used to fuck in the room next to his...loudly. Knowing he could hear us. Knowing he was probably in there jerking off."Susan kissed me passionately. If I had know that Mike turned her on I would have invited him over a long time ago. She started strocking my cock."John, lets do it."So we put the ear pieces on and we started making out. She unbuttoned my shirt and ran her hands over my chest. She pressed her knee against my hard. With trembling hands, Clair picked up her razor and the shaving cream and got to work. She noticed now that the sight of her daughter's pussy, almost exposed, ready to be fully bared, was beginning to turn her on. She felt her own pussy growing moist in her underwear as she worked. She reached down and undid the button of her jeans, giving herself a little air. She found her razor on her daughter's tender young lips, gliding gracefully down them while decimating her horrid bush. She moved up.