After a few glasses of wine, we started having one of those drinking conversations about body hair. I told Christina how much I detested it, especial...y around sex organs, and she asked me if I shaved mine. I told her that my ex and I used to shave each other once in a while to spice things up, and I asked if she had ever done it. She said no, but that she always wanted to try.Well, before I knew it, we’d dared one another into shaving each other and found ourselves filling the bathtub and. "Of course that was before I met Mrs. Flanagan of course," he grinned."Have a good day, Mr. Flanagan," Simon smiled as he exited the store, just as Mrs. Flanagan reappeared.On the walk home, Simon couldn't help but wonder what it was that Mr. Flanagan had been about to say.The hours between getting home and dinner were occupied in taking care of his own chores. His mother had always been pretty strict about that. She had always allowed him a lot of leeway, but only as long as he pulled his own. It was fortunate for me that you came along." I'm only sorry that I didn't get here sooner. The one who got away took your purse with him." That's all right. It only had a few dollars in it. No papers of any importance." Let's see what these two have on them." He turned one of the unconscious men over, and took out his wallet. "Hey, would you look at this!"The wallet was old and battered, and held nothing but the raggedly torn half of a hundreddollar bill! The other thug's wallet yielded. How could I have suspected on that night of passion that only three years later I too would be a woman? I reached under the blanket and found the hair on my Mound of Venus. Reaching further down, I found the cleft between my labia. It felt good to stroke it with my finger. Moving my forefinger upwards, I found my clitoris. There were definite erotic possibilities here, but when I tried to imagine a man's penis entering me here, a shudder ran through me.Goddess, don't expect me ever to get a.