“You look like you have something on your mind. What’s wrong, sweetie?”Kathy got some milk out of the refrigerator and sat back down. “Nothing...��s wrong, but I do have something I would like to ask you.”“Go ahead.”“Mom, have you ever shaved your pus ... pubic hair?”“I have trimmed and groomed my pussy hair into a landing strip, but I have never gone completely bald. I don’t care for the little girl look. Also, I like having hair on my vulva.”“What about Dad. Has he ever asked you to go bald?”“He. .." For me too Becky... I was in the Park with you. We were hiking, and then... What happened?" I remember you making me the tea. I don't remember drinking it." You don't? I do. You said you liked it. Said it was a little bit smoky, a little bit sweet, a little bit like licorice. I thought that was a good description. I remember being glad you were enjoying it..." Yes! Now I remember! Curious, it's like remembering a dream. It might be totally forgotten, but if you make a note about it when you. Or were her tits becoming more sensitive? She realized it must have happened for a while when she was asleep, before the heat on her nipples became painful.Then, the whole thing became a real torture. When the heating device switched on, the whole lower part of her tits became painful, and the pain in her nipples simply drove her crazy!After hours (maybe just minutes, maybe days?) all this stopped. Strangely, the bottom of her tits remained painful... but her nipples were now insensitive.She. First off, she has never been to Mark’s house, which was a complete and utter turn on within itself. What would they do? Would she be more uninhabited? Open more? What would happen? Then I thought about the swing itself. What would she look like tied in and open to his cock? As thoughts played out inside my perverted head, they were interrupted by the phone, yet again. This time it was my wife.She had gotten Mark’s message and was thinking about seeing him tonight. It’s been about two.