“Aren’t they too small?” is asked“No sweety, a lot of men like small breasts and yours are simply cute” she said.“And what about my… pus...y?” Her hand went down to my bush, fluffing the little curls with her fingers.“What do you think about it?” she asked.“I think I like the way you can see your lips, it looks... neat. But I also like my little curls. I can’t decide”“And you don’t have to. Suppose we only shave around the lips, and just groom the top a bit until it looks perfect.”I was still. "Thank God you're here," I said. "There's a big drunk tearing this place apart, looking for the woman who lives here. He threatened to beat me up if I tried to interfere. The woman who lives here has run off I think. She might have gone out the back window, but I don't know for sure. You better be careful with this guy. He's as big as a house," I warned."I assume you are the man who placed the 911 call?" the taller, younger constable asked."Yes. I better hang up the phone," I said. "I left the. Listening to them talk I knew that they were English and out for a good night. They too got hit on by a few guys and they too refused all offers. Two Spanish young men were really trying hard to get off with them, and as well as talking to the girls in semi-reasonable English, they spoke to each other in Spanish. I listened to their Spanish talk and this is a rough translation: -“I like the blonde best her nipples stick out the most.”“You can fuck her because I like the one with the big. Later on, I went to my room and I heard dad get a call that some clients were about to arrive at the office and he was needed there, so only after one or two drinks he left for office, which was around a hour’s drive. But my mom, in her joyous mood, just kept on drowning those drinks. I thought nothing of it and was in my room watch tv shows.Around half an hour later, mom came tumbling into my room and just plunked herself on the bed. I knew she was dead drunk so I went to her to pick her up.