And while we argued over it, Missy was right in convincing me to shave my legs. I knew she was right when I caught one of the guys staring at them, as...ing me, "dude, did you shave your legs?"What the boys couldn’t see were the black bra and panties I was wearing under the dress. Missy had actually purchased the set for me and gave them to me “in case I ever had the urge on my own." She also used a little padding to round them out a little. It was one of several small details that did not go. Just as I was placing my cock at her pussy entrance, to get it wet before I entered her, there was a knock at the door.“Yes, Jim? What do you want?” Debbie asked.“Please, Sweetheart, is it too late for me to say no to this idea? I think we should talk about it some more.”She looked at me and mouthed, ‘Get inside me now.’ I did as she asked and filled her up.“Oh, shit, this a good feeling.”I leaned down and kissed her and heard Jim again ask, “Honey, are you okay?”“Yes, Dear, I am. I have a full. She could give as good as she got too, giving me many exquisite orgasms. I became particularly fond of cunnilingus, both giving and receiving. In those days we had full body hair in both arm pits and pussy, there was no such thing as trimming or shaving that I was aware of at that time that would come later. And I firmly believe the hair holds the scent when one was aroused adding to the joy of love making. Sunday mornings she made us our toast, jam and tea that we shared, usually followed by. She yelled out, “What the hell are you doing?”My body froze in shock not knowing what to do or say.“Why are you wearing my underwear?” she asked.All I could say is that I was sorry and I picked up my clothes and ran to Amol’s room.When I got in Amol’s room he had just gotten out of the shower. “What’s wrong with you?” he asked since I looked like I had just seen a ghost. I was holding my clothes so that he could not see that I was wearing his mother’s underwear.“Nothing, you just scared me” I.