He looked up atLinda and asked, "Are you sure you want all the hair removed? Itseems a shame to do such a thing to a natural blonde." Linda onlynodded...her head. Fred shrugged his shoulders as he picked up hisinstrument and began removing the hair covering Sheila's mound.One by one, the electrolytic hair removal device pulsed lowfrequency current through each hair, permanently killing the hairfollicles. Poor Sheila d**g fogged brain was oblivious to what wasbeing done to her as her pubic mound. Uske dono chuttad uski salwar mein se bahar aana chahte the.Beech mein ek baar zor se hawa chali aur mummy ki kameez thodi udi aur poori gand ke darshan ho gaye. Mujhe mummy ki gand ghurte hue meri nazar in dono majdooro pe padi toh woh mujhe hi dekh rahe the. Unhone meri taraf smile kiya aur mummy ki chaal ko ishaara karke chummi dene lage.Jab hum shop pe pohoche toh line lambi thi.Main jaan boojh ke mummy se 2 number peeche khada hi gaya. Waha humare padosi Tyagi uncle bhi the. Woh mummy ke. "And yet," she mused, "you haven't left. And nor have I."Silence breathed between us. The murmur of conversation around us. Distant poolside shrieks and splashes. The whirring fans that seemed even more ineffectual in the stifling heat of her radiance. Of this stranger practically throwing herself at me. I couldn't deny the allure. I wanted to step in, scoop her into my arms for a passionate kiss. Let her feel me grow against her soft body, the rest of the world inconsequential as we became. I decided I had better leave my jacket undone,effectively showing off my fake cleavage to anyone who happened to lookthrough my car window. Really I should have taken my jacket off but Icouldn't do that whilst driving the car and dressed like I was I couldhardly get out of the car to do that either, even if there had beensomewhere I could stop on the Euston Road.I locked the doors as I found the traffic queued up for the underpass byEuston Square station.I could see now that I had scarlet.