Swallow all that juice." She sighed happily as I took her cock in my fist, following my hand with my mouth. I squeezed the heavy shaft and jerked her ...ff in time with my bobbing head. Stroke and smoke, Stacy called it, and I could only moan in agreement."Honey?" I heard my wife's voice coming from the front of the apartment and I jerked, but Stacy grabbed my head quickly, holding me firmly in place."He's in here," Stacy said cheerfully, and I groaned as all my fears were suddenly coming. It was stiff and prickly and didn’t feel good at all to touch. I rubbed more. I contemplated what to do. Did I let it grow back to what it had been before, or….my hand reached for the razor. Starting at the bikini line, the first few strokes cleaned the stubble off the top of my mound. I rubbed my hand to check for a job well done. The next few strokes reached into the crease between my chunky thighs and outer pussy lips. I passed my hand over the spot. Stubble. Ok, this was not going. When she caught my eye she asked, by sign language, ‘What’s going on in there?’ I signed back, ‘You can come in.’ She looked around, shook her head, and signaled, ‘Another time.’When I went back into the bedroom, Mike and Sita were showering together. I dozed off for a while. When I woke up I found Sita cooking dinner and Mike was drinking a beer.“Enough for the day?” I asked.“No way. Sita is alone so she’s staying the night,” Mike said happily.That evening we had a few drinks and even made. Back in Frank's office theydiscussed their options. Frank told him he would give him a deluxerecommendation for any job he applied for. They discussed the otherthree plants that had closed in their town in the last six months.There were a lot of people looking for jobs, any jobs. The month went fast with Mike helping with the moving of some ofthe machinery that was being shipped to the new plant. Frank wasgoing to the new plant to oversee the installation of themachinery. On Mike's last day.