With that she pulled out a battery shaver . The next thing I know she had the blanket up over my left leg, pushed the gown back and started shaving my...leg. From the bottom to the top she went. As she got closer to my thigh she started pushing back the gown with the back of her hand like she was trying to swat at something. “Roll your leg over please over a bit,” she said. My wife was sitting by the end of my bed and had a good look up the covers as the nurse continued to shave me. One leg done;. She hardly dared to breathe her relief, for he was still tickling her with its tip, her pussy tight around the dildo all the while. There’d be fascination on his face, she was sure, as he toyed with her secret, intimate place. He pushed again and this time when the butt-stopper plunged back inside her, her ass almost welcomed it, gobbling the invader reflexively despite her shame. When his knuckles closed firm around the plug’s base and he shunted it about inside her, she squealed and moaned,. As i ate that creeping feeling of........ I wanna call it despair? I mean it'a not that bad, but i can't really think of anything else to call it so let's just call it despair. That creeping feeling of despair come over me again.I have been doing this for years now, get home, eat some shitty dinner, watch some shitty shows, go to sleep, wake up and jerk off, eat a shitty breakfeast, repeat. And then soon enough i would get a apartment, met a slightly above average girl, marry her, pump out two. I noticed that despite the coolness of the store, Stan was breaking a small sweat on his forehead as he snuck looks up my skirt. I on the other hand was getting hotter with every move I made to show off. It really was not Stan who was getting to me though, it was the idea that I was purposefully displaying what I had always thought ultra-private. I was being brazen and it was very appealing in a nasty kind of way. I could feel the juices beginning to flow in my pussy and could tell that it was.