She was a nice woman. Sweet and nice. I told her that my Mom sent me to help her move in. She smiled her nice smile and sent me in saying she needed h...lp with the boxes. She showed me where everything went and how to put together her furniture and bed. I saw a box that was labeled, secret stuff. I was curious and she told me that it was her toys like a dildo and vibes. I blushed. “Sorry for asking.” She laughed, "Its okay my dear Jonathan, I am just a lonely old lady who wants to be alone." I. Yeah!" Hell yeah. That would be sweet.-I agree.-"Really?" she asked almost surprised."Yeah," I affirmed with a grin.-Don't blow this you chump... you are so going to blow this. I justknow it...-"You don't have a girlfriend do you?" she asked with concern.I considered MJ. She was off with that guy. "No." You promise?" she pressed, sensing my hesitation."I did, but I don't anymore. It's a whole thing. But no- I do not havea girlfriend." I didn't really want to go into this.-Yeah. Don't go into. I thought I was next, but Aunt Terri put hot shaving cream on my mom’s scalp and then took a straight razor and shaved her bald. When the hot lather touched her scalp she had an orgasm and wanted to scream. Mom was very pretty with her bald head. Terri was very thorough and had her bald as a billiard ball in minutes. I was used to seeing her with it in a ponytail and forgot it was midway down her back like mine. I was holding my mom’s left hand with my right hand as Aunt Terri finished up on. " And none of the people were ugly or ordinary looking; everyone had larger than average cocks and the women were all drop dead gorgeous. They were good for a laugh and so I generally read most of the issue before tossing it out.After about the fifth issue Cookie started asking me why I wasted my time reading such filth, "Honestly Dave, I don't understand why you just don't toss that in the trash when it comes in."Another month passed by and when the next issue arrived and Cookie saw me reading.