Taking the scissors, I tidied up the heart shaped pubic hair just above her slit. Taking the sponge, I dipped it in the water and squeezed the water o...er her pubic hair. I lathered up the area with the shaving cream and went about shaving any excess hair. Once I was satisfied that the heart was perfectly shaped, I rinsed her mound off one last time.“Mmm, that felt wonderful, my dear. I hope the kids have a chance to see your work,” she said in a mischievous voice.As I stood, Joni lowered. I leaned down and without thinking of what I was doing, took her puffy nipple in my mouth. The softness of Vee's swollen nipple felt like a marshmallow in my mouth. It was also just as sweet, and so hot, it melted just like a marshmallow roasting over an open flame. As I suckled on Vee's nipple, her head arched back into the mattress and she groaned with delight. She let the groan out with a sigh that made her whole body shiver with goodness. When she arched into the mattress, her body raised. I moved closer, into her personal space, and she stayed still. I put my hands on her hips and pulled her to me.“Oh God. Friends,” she reminded me.“We are friends,” I said. “I like you a lot.”She shook her head but still didn’t move away, so I kissed her and she put one hand on my neck as she kissed me back.“You’re a bad man,” she said with a wry smile. “What am I doing here?”“You like me,” I said. “You want to have a nice evening.”We kissed again, long and deep and sensuous, and my hand slid. But this became my favorite time of year because of Melinda. I was driving home after wasting most of a Saturday down in the bottoms trying to get that big buck just about everybody, including me, had seen at one time or another.A car, it was a raggedy-ass old Plymouth Fury, was pulled over on the shoulder of Barnwell road, just past the little cemetery, about in the middle of nowhere. A women was out in the rain trying to change a flat. I stopped to help.That's when I met Melinda. She was.