James turned her attention to my arm and got me to raise myarm so she could get to my armpit she spent a long time there rubbing thesoap into my armpi... and it made squelching noises.I had to turn the other way after Mrs. James soaping up my arm andfinished by rubbing the bar of soap under my fingernails. She repeatedthe process on the other side of my body.I asked, "Mrs. James when are you going to remove the hair from my body."Mrs. James replied, "I was wondering when you were going to ask. I gently traced around the aerola with my fingertip before gently pinching it, just about blowing a load in my boxers as I did. As I reached in to perform the same ritual on the other the phone rang and awoke my mother from her sleep. I quickly retreated to my bedroom before she saw me and heard her open the door to my room, just to see if I had made it home safely. I prayed she did not come in, for my cock was still at full mast and protruding proudly from my jeans. After only a few seconds I. That's ok, as my own breathing is none too steady, at the moment, anyway.I turn and walk across the room, sitting down in the armchair, taking the 'power position'. As she straightens up and takes in my posture, I can see her recognising what I've done.I beckon her over, and she.....slinks. It's as if all the tension has leached from her muscles, as she walks over to me, a sinuous, catlike grace to her movements, as she crosses the room, a small smile on her lips. She keeps her eyes glued to. ”“Forget him” I said as he pulled my face close to his and kissed me deep, his tongue and mouth darting into my mouth, taking my breath away.I moved my hand to his bulge….which was nothing but, in the darkness….His cock was way too big and hard for his trunks, standing as a pole up against his ripped stomach….I couldn’t even get my hand around it.There was pre cum leaking out of his huge young black cock, which taste so good as I licked his big head and wrapped my lips around his massive shaft,.