My brotherly love went away and desire took over. My penis started to stir in my pants. This happened occasionally and I felt guilty about it, but my ...enis didn’t listen to reason. “Do you ever look at porn on your computer?” She suddenly asked I was taken by surprise. “Yeah, once in a while” I blurted out. “I tried watching this afternoon. My mother was out.” Claire’s father had died a few years ago. “That’s the first time you looked at porn?” I asked. “No, I haven’t in a while. I’ve seen some. If one day she should bear children, she would nourish them from those breasts. Today, though ... Well, Patrick seemed to like them; he seemed to like them a great deal.Her belly was flat, but not as taut as once it had been; she'd been meaning to hit the gym, but never had time before the wedding happened. Below was pubic hair, dark and ruffled, and below that her own feminine secrets. It was funny, now that she thought about it, that she had been so discouraged from exploring her own body.. "Yes, that's right, Patrick." Her voice seemed to linger on his name. You probably can't speak right now ... just keep breathing deeply and listening to what I say."She knelt down near to his ear and whispered sensuously, "Breathe deeper and let yourself float. Not that you'd want to you anything else ... Breathe."Patrick's thoughts were very scattered. All he could concentrate on was breathing and how beautiful Melissa is. He felt like her eyes were consuming him. She walked around to the foot. She repeated the procedure with her right leg, then raised her arms and swiftly removed the stubble from there too. I thought she was finished and was about to come out, when I saw her glance around cautiously to make sure she was safe from prying eyes. She didn’t see me in the trees as she slipped off her panties to shave her pussy. From a distance, I couldn’t see any hair covering it, but there must have been something, as she covered the whole area in shaving cream and began to remove it.