I don't even look perfect."He growled, and the sound went straight to her pussy. His hand wrapped around her throat. Not tightly, just enough to let h...r know who was in charge. "Don't insult your body," he said, shoving a hand under her bra and his cold fingers pinched her nipple. "You're insulting my taste in woman."She whimpered, unknowingly making him want her more. He kissed her again, claiming her mouth, forcing her to submit, and she did. She pulled away after a minute, remembering that. As she pulled away to look at him. Tony noticed that she was wearing a white silk house coat and he guessed, that she was not wearing anything much underneath. She looked just as young as ever, especially as now, she was wearing a much shorter hair style. She was wearing no make-up, which gave her eyes a much fresher appealing look."You know what I want don't you? "She said as she pulled him towards the stairs and up into the master bedroom."Where's Ron"? Tony asked."He's gone for good, I. "What happened to my pie?" his mother would ask. "Certainly you didn't eat that entire thing all by yourself!"Paul again laughed to himself, considering his answer. "No mother, I decided to fuck it instead, after which of course I had to throw it away as I'd added a little of my own whipped cream to the recipe."Paul scooped a generous helping of the whipping cream from off the top of the pie he was now holding. It felt cool... sensual on his fingers. He applied the cream to his prick coating it. "You'd look great in a potato sack," John chuckled, "but as long as we've gone this far how about if I give your pubic thatch a little trim, too?" Like how little a trim?" I asked. "I don't want to be scratching myself in public you know." I'll tell you what. I'll use the razor on you now, then when we get home you can get a wax job, or electrolysis to keep it that way." Fair enough," I replied, then sat down on the towel he provided, and laid back to let him shave my pubes.I was amazed at how.