His eyes turned to a dark, cobalt blue as they filled with heat and barely suppressed desire. Amara felt all her inhibitions fall away beneath his dar... gaze. She stood proud and tall, her dark hair tumbling down her bare back and her eyes alight with more than enough passion and desire to match his. Boldly, she stepped forward and stroked her hands down his chest, and she realized she wanted him as naked as she was, wanted to see him, to touch him….to taste him. Suddenly impatient, she tugged. The house was dark and silent: Allan presumed his younger brother was home but already asleep (although he might have stayed over at a friend's), and their mother was gone on a business trip. So he had no trouble quietly carrying the sleeping girl unnoticed up to his bedroom.He had a decision then: to put Ellen in her own bed, or take advantage of her u*********sness to set her up for a greater shock the next morning. He decided on the latter, and that meant she was going to sleep in HIS bed.. The information is the same whether I explain it or someone else does." That may be," Rachael answered, trying to look at him directly, "but you're the one who did this, and thus you're the one I owe my allegiance." Hey, you don't owe me anything," Alex argued. "I didn't do anything. This is a genetic anomaly which has probably existed for thousands of years. It's simply been waiting for someone who could trigger it, but it's no more personal than pure random chance." Now look who's deluding. With her beautiful face a study in concentration, she began to carefully shave off the thick, curly brown thatch, with the safety razor, until just a narrow vee of luxuriant pubic hair remained, obscuring her sex. When she was totally satisfied with her handiwork, she stepped back under the shower, and washed off the remaining shaving foam and surplus hair, still clinging to her nicely padded pudenda. ‘The things I do for this damned outfit!’ she muttered, running her fingers down over the.