"Beautiful!" she whispered and held her hand up for us to share my taste.It took me thirty minutes to remove all her hair and another thirty to wet sh...ve her head with a razor and then it was my turn.The horny little bitch hadn't bothered with panties under her jeans. Her lips parted for my fingers and she returned the favour by dribbling over my fingers as she ran the cutter sensuously over my head."Sit on my lap Julie."I showed her what I meant by sliding each of her legs under each arm rest. " It does," Marcia agreed."Tell me, what did you think was going to happen?"Marcia shrugged. It was a Walt sort of question and more often than not it was the kind of question that Marcia found impossible to answer. It was an attempt to get her to clarify her thinking, to pinpoint the source of her hurt and dissatisfaction; it was an approach that her mathematically-inclined brother Matt might take when analyzing a problem. All it usually did for Marcia was tie her up in mental and emotional. She was unaware of my presence; completely drowned in her senses.I stood there quietly for a while, admiring her beautiful body. Her skin looked so smooth and tender. She was thin and her breasts were rather small but they had a shape and size just right for her frame. Her ass was another thing; it was perfectly round with no tan lines. With this magnificent body, combined with her angelical face, she had nothing to envy from any magazine model. I walked out careful not to make any noise and. Jim and I are bisex-ual and go gay now and again for the spice it adds to our sex. The more Jim talked about the sex shops, the more I fantasizedabout them, about the anonymity and instant gratification of theglory hole sex – a faceless encounter, a pure lustful sexual experiencedevoid of emotions and the burdens of social niceties. There was theappeal of getting what I wanted without having to involve my psycho-logical or emotional self or that of the other person. If my.