I cannot host, so I am hoping you can find a place that we can make love". Also he put in the last line..."I would love to see you in some panties or...a camisole. Is that OK?"Well I had a lot to ponder. Shaving was not the problem. I liked the smooth silky feel of being hairless...I am also lucky that my pubes are not real thick and dense. Finding a place was no problem...I had the house I was watching for my friend in the country we could go to....but the dressing thing....I had to think on. Before he can put the key in the door, I open it. His mouth and eyes are both open wide when he sees me standing there. I am wearing a Santa hat, a red bow wrapped around my neck, a red and black corset, black garters, black stockings, black heels. ‘Welcome home baby!’ I say to him as I kiss him softly, while removing his coat, hat and gloves and lead him over to the table. I whisper in his ear, ‘I want you to sit, do nothing, and I shall do everything.’ I sit him down, take the glass of. They have a pair of grav sleds like yours but without weapons. They’ll be here in an hour and a half,” he said.“Haiti?” I asked. “I haven’t heard anything about a project there.”“We’ve tried to keep it quiet,” he explained. “The government here thought we should concentrate on a new project or an expansion here instead of Haiti. I wanted to finish Haiti first, especially since it’s been annexed as another state. My grandfather started work on it right before the Welfare Wars began. He never got. It was well lubricated and I started pushing in, I was very gentle as she was a virgin. She was tight, and I pushed further in till I popped her cherry. She was in pain and she had tears coming out of her eyes. But she was really happy. We kissed again and I slowly, very slowly, started moving in and out. She experienced a great deal of pain and soon a great deal of pleasure. I could see all this from her face.We had a very passionate and slow sex. More like a romantic sort rather than the.