My step-mother Adalind arived at my bedside at around three o'clock, and shortly afterwards a young student nurse wheeled in a trolley equipped with a...bowl of steaming hot water, a shaving brush, a cut-throat razor and a towel. "Your step-son's abdominal hair has to be removed prior to surgery," she announced to Adalind and, opening the razor, offered it to her. "Seeing that he's nineteen,there is no way I personally will be shaving his genitals," she snapped and with that abandoned the trolley. He won theargument, but Sophie seemed disappointed. She and Clint took anotherwalk to calm down.The next week, there was no RuPaul show. But once again, Sophie insistedthat he dressed. Flower argued that there was no point, but Sophie saidthat Clint had been sweet, and if this was a tribute to his sister,well, Flower could just play along. "Be a good girl," Sophie said.A half hour later, Clint showed up, and this time, he was wearing a bluesports jacket. His arms were filled with packages. He. I opened it enough to expose her breasts and upper torso. It wouldn’t take much too fully expose her, but I hesitated. I wanted to do this slowly. Warmth was spreading in my belly, toward my cock and I felt my testicles tighten.“If she wakes up, she’ll murder you,” Cee whispered. Did I just detect a hint of excitement, of naughtiness, in her voice?“She won’t. When she gets like this, she’s out to the world. I know. Look,” I answered. I leant forward and gently cupped a breast. “You see?”Cee was. “Ok have it your way.” “No wait, What if I let you feel me up then gave you a blowjob.” He opened the door. “Come over here” He said. “Ok. “ I timidly walked over where he was sitting on his bed. His room was filthy. As I walked in I saw that the briefs he was wearing were yellowish from dried cum and a large object protruded from them.His hands were all over my boobs and butt. He even tried to slip a finger in my little pussy. He was denied on that one.“Your boobs are smaller than my.