Now, I know we discussed this between us many times, and you were always reluctant to shave or wax your pussy, but if you want this to continue, you m...stn’t protest. He beckons the nurse who is already preparing her tools, and she pushes a cart closer to the chair. You feel her applying a thick, warm paste to the line of your hair below your belly, and then she pulls hard and rips the hair out. It hurts, but you know better than to cry out. You wriggle on the chair and bite your lip as she rids. Like what’s she do for fun?”She loves to have sex.“Uh, well ... she reads a lot.”“Great,” he said sarcastically. “I can take her to the library.”“She likes music.”“What kind?”“Mostly cheesy shit, sadly. Paula Abdul, Madonna, that new singer, Mariah something.”“Strike two.”I chuckled. “But she likes some good music too. She’s into the stuff we listen to, but she just doesn’t have the albums. She’s borrowed my Zep tapes a lot.”Pete sighed. “Well, it doesn’t really matter. Nothing’s going to. John came behind to be with me while they both went outside and fucked beside the car. Since I was wearing a dress, it was easy. He had both my legs spread backwards till both my knees were touching my cheeks while my high heel shoes were hitting on the side windows! He went down on me and had me cum with his tongue. He made me so wet till I wanted be fucked on and on!The next moment, he said, "I'm sure you will be a good fuck, just like your daughter!" And I felt his cock entering me without. I look at the door and notice it’s open slightly. I slip in silently, and it’s pitch black inside. I feel arms come around me, across my chest and middle. His cologne smells so good, but it is different than I remembered. “Ssshhh, don’t make a sound.” I nod, and the lips nibble on my ear. I moan, but try to keep quiet. The hands are cupping my breasts, squeezing them tightly. My head goes back to his chest, my ass presses into his hips. "He is taller tonight," I think to myself. Maybe he is.