Not in a mean wayor anything. I took them off.I know this is a story that I will post on an erotica site. However since I am not a professional write... and this isnt so mucha story as a telling of something that happened, I really dont think I have to go into detail as to what I looked likeuder my pajama bottoms at 7 years old. Needless to say if you don't know why men want us to shave our pussiesmaybe this telling will help you figure it out.He really didnt say much after that. He looked at. Clare was lost. Everything was forgotten but this driving need, this place to which Alan's cock was driving her. She was gasping, her cries becoming a little louder, a little faster, keeping time to the urgency of the cock hammering inside her.Alan cursed quietly. Hastily he moved a hand from Clare's breast to her mouth, covering it. At the same time he made a series of harder strokes, releasing himself into her, feeling Clare tighten around his cock, her helpless scream muffled by his. On the following picture she is down on all four with her fully rounded ass facing the camera. The fat man has a firm grip of her hair and it looks like he is pressing her head down to his crotch. On the last picture he's got the blonde head clutched all the way down against his loins and his grin has grown even wider.The man behind the desk turns to the next page and starts reading."The woman in the pictures is belived to be Anna Smith, also known as "Agent Hooters". She is a secret agent. She atomized the contents of her cauldron and stalked towards me. Imprisoned in that cage I could not flee. She misted that vile smelling concoction all over me. Instantly, though repulsed by the sight of this evil, wicked witch, I became immediately horny. My cock grew from flaccid from fear to supercharged and rock hard. Almost fierce. The witch unlocked my cage, recited some spell, and my clothes flew off of my body. I stood there, naked and rock hard, but still repulsed by the sight of her..