" With a look at Adalind went on, "Now this last bit can be tricky and so I'd like you to hold his penis upright and stiff while I shave off the hair ...round the base." Glancing at me she asked. "Is that OK with you?". I was a little surprised that it required two women to carry out this simple process but I supposed my hands and arms might get in the way and so just shrugged my shoulders. Adalind kept giving me grins during the sixty seconds it took to remove the wispy hair around the lower. Now that we were in her apartment, though, the mood had shifted. I was afraid she'd change her mind and decide I was a creep. As I was thinking that, she walked back out of her room. The fitted white polo shirt was gone, as were her jeans. She was skinnier than I'd thought, with good-sized breasts. Her white cotton panties rode low on her narrow hips. She leaned against the wall with her arms folded beneath her bra — also white, with a simple floral texture. She seemed amused and uncertain what. Elizabeth’s call offered the perfect opportunity. She’d contacted Lisa, spinning a tale of narrow escape and frantic chases. Not to mention allies. Ones strong enough to fight the Brotherhood.Lisa didn’t trust it. The timing was too coincidental, the story too neat. Besides, Elizabeth could never quite explain just how she’d leaned Lisa was still free.No, there was a chance that this was legit, and Lisa would welcome it if true, but she wasn’t putting any stock in it. On the other hand, a. She must have seen that I was coming unraveled."No, Judy, I'm not okay," I answered. "My wife of 24 years goes away for three days and winds up in bed with some goddamn home-wrecking pinhead. Then she comes home and tells me she's divorcing me because it's the best thing for me. How the hell can I be okay?"By the time I finished my rant, I had tears trickling down my cheeks. I felt really embarrassed and turned and walked back into the kitchen and sat down with my head in my hands, trying to.