Or he felt a desire to expresshis own actual femininity, to look like that part of himself. Andhe was eager to please me. These traits -- virtues, r...ally --emerged almost the moment I tried to elicit them. I asked him togive up a little bit of his manhood for just a short time and hetossed the whole thing away for as long as I might want it gone! Now how many husbands would do that, I ask you? He is such a sweetdear!I walked through the front door and found him sitting asleep on thecouch. Taking a ladyshave razor, I ensured that my pussy, legs and armpits were silky smooth. I fashioned a neat strip of pubic hair just above my slit, in the Brazilian fashion. My pussy was glistening, her smoothness looked so inviting. I looked at my tight wet slit and shivered at the thought that within a few hours it would be getting stretched and filled with a huge black cock. I almost came at the thought and felt my legs quiver and weaken.I kept topping the bath up with warm water, enjoying my. There was a no open container law the next year, so there was no drinking on the streets. There were all kinds of titty flashers the first year, and then a girl could get fined for flashing a nipple the next year. You had to go to some of the bars with wet T-shirt contests that usually ended with nude babes dancing on a high platform if you wanted to see tits. We noticed that the clubbers had women with ‘property of’ vests who were flashing a lot. They wore micro miniskirts with no undies and. "Oh Matt, you don't need to do that," I said with a slightly detectable quiver in my voice. "I enjoy doing it. Am I hurting you?" "No, it feels quite nice, actually." Although quite innocent, it just felt wrong to allow my boyfriend's son to touch me this way. But I really did not know how to stop him without appearing to chastise him; which was something I really did not want to do. Matt's touch became firmer, kneading the thigh and the tissue around my knee. He seemed to instinctively know.