St. Pierre," I stammered. Thatwas close! I almost called her "Mommy." Please, call me Susan. Don't be nervous . . . I don't bite." Okay Susan." It ...as nice seeing you again, Edward," said Susan amiably, even as shebegan to walk away again with the butler.I couldn't help but wonder, as she did, whether in a matter of hours, Iwould be suckling from those breasts.Henri must have read my mind, for as soon as she was out of earshot, hewhispered, "She's kept herself full of milk with the breast. . being joined like that.Anal sex is underrated in our culture; it feels great and it doesn'thave to be dirty. God gave the male sex a different kind of pussy. TheGreeks knew this but we Americans don't. I keep my pussy clean and welllubricated so I'm always ready if an opportunity should arise." Istopped talking somewhat abruptly. Why was I telling Cindy all this?Was it some kind of challenge, telling her what a slut I am and hopingfor her acceptance? Was a part of me telling her I still. I was told by Jenny that I did not now have the time to shave so I shouldrub this foul smelling ointment over my body, arms and legs beforewashing myself off.As I was rubbing myself off I looked at the box the cream came in.Oh no!I had rubbed it over every part of my body below the neck beforeshowering. Jenny came in as I stood there looking at my hairless nakedbody and said "Wow that's what I call a Brazilian!" Here put on your panties," Jenny laughed "To restore a bit of yourmodesty." My. She stood up and slapped his face but not too hard. And she started laughing in the same kind of playful way my sister would when fending him off.“You naughty man!” Harshleen said playfully, her voice a bit slurred.“I know,” said dad “Let’s all sit back down and watch something. Have you and Harshleen ever seen a porno?” it was the 1980s and we were young. Home video was still new and although I had wanked to the magazines he had given me, neither I nor Harshleen had seen an actual porn film,.