That wouldn't do for one of his little pussy boys.Oh no. Nothing so primitive as a razor. No, he wanted me hairless forgood. That's why he has that el...ctrolysis rig down there in hisplayroom. That's why he learned how to use it so well.So, here I am. I'm once again strapped to that exam table and onceagain under his hands. We both get off on this. Long before thehormones started kicking in and long before I go under the knife for myboob job (oh boy! BIG titties for me!) - long before any of. Why was he all of a sudden acting like this. Is he trying to tell me he likes me? That he is into me?"I know that you are obbsessed with watching Porn and you think that no man can ever give you the passion you deserve" He said looking at me.I was shocked! How the hell did he know this shit about me? I woundered. I was getting madder by the minute and bursted out "How the hell do you know this? Who told you this?" I yelled."There is no reason to get upset Stella, I understand. I feel the same. 'Journey to the Centre of the Earth' was excellent; we had all read the Jules Verne story as children, and we enjoyed the music. The Mini-Moog synthesiser came over very well, and the David Hemmings narrative brought the whole album together. We thought that it would become a classic; it was one of those moments when you all say 'WOW!'.I even found myself humming 'Journey on through ages gone, to the centre of the earth, past rocks of quartz and granite, which gave Mother Nature birth' as I was. She kicks off her shoes. We just look at each other for a second. I reach my arms around her and undo her bra. She throws it to the ground. I kneel down and slowly lower her panties to the floor. I kiss her pussy. A delicate kiss. Heather shivers at the lightness of the touch. I stand up, wanting to hold her and kiss her. Instead Heather sinks to her knees and pulls down my trunks. Freed, my cock springs to attention. Heather looks up at me. Her beautiful eyes silently ask for permission. I.