“I want you to touch it.” Karen swallowed as shock, fear and excitement fought to take a hold of her slippery soul. She knew there was no future w...th Carson… and suspected that he knew it too. That triggered a nagging thought; a question, really: was the guy just crazy enough to drag an actual thermonuclear weapon home from work and detonate it in some kind of sick reprisal for ruining his perfect life? Who knew what warped rationale went through the mind of a recently-divorced man who was. It tingles.” Amber giggled and wiggled as the warm, mentholated shaving cream stimulated her nerve endings. “Lie still, honey. I don’t want to knick you with this razor.” Shaving Amber’s pussy had turned me on as much as it turned her on. By the time I finished using the safety razor on her and wiping her bald pussy free of any remaining shaving cream, my cock was standing tall and proud. “Oh, that tingles too, Lee. What is it?” “It’s to keep your pussy from itching too much. Guys use. He blushed and looked away. But then he did something that surprised me. “Um, Pam, you okay?” he asked. “I might be completely out of line here but I, uh, shucks.” He was trembling a bit. I reached out and rested my hand on his knee. “Hey, it’s okay, just say it, I really want to know. What is it, David?” I encouraged him. “I was just wondering if you’d like … well you know, like the other night; but um, maybe this time – if you would join me.” He asked, not looking me in the eye. I was. We always feel a bit guilty taking Adrian’s bedroom, but he says that he sleeps very well on the floor in the living room.”“Please give them our love, and tell them that we’ll see them soon.”“Of course we will! I want to nip down to that butcher of theirs in the morning and get some of his breakfast sausages, they’re really very good.”“Mr. Waite? Yes, he’s brilliant; Sheila’s fallen on her feet having such a good butcher there, and there are some other good shops too. We always enjoy nipping.