It didn't matter, the house is empty. I shaved my face. "There. Done." I thought. I put the razor down and started washing my arms and underarms. "Hmm... they are really hairy even though the hair color is light. I'll shave my underarms." And I did. "Oh, that's soft and smooth." I thought, feeling where the hair was shaved. I admired it for a minute. I noticed there was now a noticeable line on my arm where I had started shaving. I shaved my arms and the bit on the back of my hands. Rinsing the. My (un)professionally motivated son do not want to miss single dislocation.I firmly stopped my fart, as it may cause displeasure to my baby son. But I laughed more in bended position. By his sheer luck, a faint odor less & sound less gas erupted from my arse pipe. It popped my star shape hole and my son got momentary glimpse of door of my rectum. I understood this is the seeding of future problem. Now my son will “hath dho ke mere gaand ke pichey pada rahega” (Desperately run behind my back to. His Gloria was quite happy to accept the accolades for giving birth to two such beautiful and perfect little darlings, but she had no time for things such as baths, diapers or feeding persons other than her own slender tummy that she kept in tip top shape in the event she met someone of good family that would be a better husband than her current one with his constant harping on the spending of money and the need to pay more attention to matters of salvation and the care and tending of her own. Und so verhalte ich mich auch. Wenn ich zum Beispiel einmal einen Spitzen-BH trage und ich bewusst etwas von der Spitze herausschauen lasse, dann wirkt das eher zufällig. Die Männer frohlocken dann, weil sie erstens denken, dass sie endlich, nach so langem Warten, einen Fehler in meiner Korrektheit entdeckt hätten und zweitens weil ich ihnen damit auch noch einen erotischen Reiz geschenkt habe, und dies, wie gesagt, auch noch völlig ungewollt – ein „upskirt-Erlebnis“ für Arme sozusagen. Wie.