I mean, seriously, her mother is on forty fad diets a year! Or was that her aunt? I don’t recall,” Phoebe asked her daughter rather bluntly.“It�...�s her aunt. Her mother’s in prison, just like her father. Didn’t you know that? Money laundering, embezzlement. Securities fraud. The usual white-collar crimes. The aunt’s boyfriend ain’t overly happy about that, either. He worries that she might be influenced by her crook parents. That’s neither here nor there. I’m at the O’Dell’s house and I wondered. I'm hungry, what should we do for breakfast?" There is food in the fridge. Bacon, eggs whatever we will need. Your father had it stocked before he left." Good, now go down a make me a nice hearty breakfast, I think I'm going to need it." You wish is my command." Mom, let's not start our 'games' until I have time to digest everything. Let's just hang out today. Maybe go for a swim if it's not too cold. Or just lay around the house being with each other." Okay dear, that suits me fine. I'll go. I may base a story on it, with your help.”“Do you want to help me do this?”Before I could answer that, my dick rose significantly.“Sure,” I said moving to right in front of her open legs.She handed me the scissors saying, “First thing is to trim the jungle as much as possible, go ahead!”“You trust me ... that much?”“Of course, I do. I want to shave you, when we were finished, please?”Again, I rose, now at full staff.“Just tell me what to do?”With her explaining, I took the scissors, and I. With that she opened her legs a bit wider.Then she said ‘Right, if you liked that outfit, you’ll really like the next one. You are going to stay to watch, aren’t you’, she said to both of them. She was in the changing room for just a few minutes, then she walked out and stood in front of us. She was wearing the thinnest possible black suspender-belt, sheet black stockings and high-heel shoes, but no knickers (panties, to you guys in the rest of the world).She just had that thin strip of hair,.