# Are ab sewa ki kya jaroorat hai? Mai to Bhhag aayi hu aap ke saath. Jo marji ho karte rahiye. Mai ab aapki Ma thode hi hu mai to aapki charno ki das... hu.Listening this from my mom’s lovely lips, my pole become Qutub Minar again. The intensity of its expansion dropped my towel. My penis’ head touched mom’s arse crack. She smiled. Her teeths looks like set of pearls. Her eyes glows with anticipation. Melon like breasts wooping up & down. I opened tap. Put ours hands under water. Thoroughly wash. There was about another fiveminutes of silence until finally the door cracked open and then he lookedup, waiting for her to come out."So plug in my flat iron please, and then I'm going to need you to turntowards the wall, since I'm not dressed," Tara said through the crack."We may be sisters, but I'm not exactly comfortable with you seeing menaked." Yeah me either?" said Craig, plugging it in and turning away towards thewall."Like I would actually do that?" laughed Tara, stepping out of. .an old school friend of her Bronwen who lived locally did waxing professionally and was broadminded enough that she would not get worried by what Helen was about to ask her to do.She called her friend Bronwen and explained what had gone on and her friend told her it was fine and that loads of blokes came to her to be fully waxed and some of them freely admitted it was for the same reason.Helen felt better already knowing that she had shared her secret burden with someone that she could. I was shaking and all I could think was ‘stay cool, don’t let her know or you’ll scare her off’. After some polite ‘weather’ conversation it transpired that we were both nurses. She had a really relaxed way about her and in no time we were chatting as though we’d known each other for ages. Along with the copious amounts of chatting was rather a large consumption of lager and due to the fact that I hadn’t yet eaten that day I was feeling rather light headed. As we were talking I was becoming.