. what kind of girl do you think I am? I want credit for being a easy date only after 3 drinks minimum, okay?"His hand slides from the hem to her hip,...pulling her closer. Their eyes meet, and he smiles, "In that case, I better get us a fresh round."Grasping their new drinks, they begin to walk down the street, navigating the dense crowd around them. His hand slides around her ass, gently cupping her right cheek as they wander through bachelor parties, gawking tourists, and liberal fun-seekers.. She asked me whether I could shave myself.I said yes and she told I can use uncles razor.She asked me to do it tomorrow while I bath.I was happy to see her caring too much for me.The next while I went to bath I asked her for the razor,she also have me a foam cream and new blade cartridge. I began to shave in the bathroom and did it slowly and carefully and had a perfect shave. My penis looked so nice and bigger now,also my bald balls hung and looked perfectly.Then she applied me the ointment. Her slit has only a very light s**ttering of hair that fades away as it moves toward the very soft concaved area at the top of each thigh. Those two spots almost demand the presence of a mans cock to caress them. They are perfect in beauty and softness, as if caressing a mouses ear. He lays his tongue flat against her puss and slowly licks upward ending at her clit, then begins to massage the clit between his tongue and upper lip, carefully swirling the tip of his tongue back and forth along. Cyclops was gone. The leader of the X-Men was dead. Charles Xavier was gone. The founder of the X-Men was in space to find a new home for mutant Skrulls. Jean Grey was gone. The light of the X-Men had resigned out of a fervent belief that Cyclops was still alive. Magneto had returned to Genosha, with Polaris going with him. Bishop had returned to some desolate future. Gambit had resigned to lead the Thieves' Guild. Mikhail Rasputin and the Four Horsemen were loose somewhere in the.