She sighed."I ought to have seen it coming," she said."What, darling?" Tig's falling in love with Harry but she considers herself dirty and must there...ore give him up. She's absolutely beside herself. She may cry herself to sleep or I may have to give her something to knock her out if she's still distraught when we go to bed." What can we do for her?" I don't know. I can try talking to her tomorrow but I don't know if that will do any good. At least she's got over not touching herself but I. It makes the hair stick together and you usually have to wash (and dry) your hair afterward.We finished the mini-story arc of girls shaving their pubes. This included using a product known as the "No-No" to remove the hair on our labia. Some girls have hair there, what guys call the "bearded clam", and once we learned about the "No-No" it was a cinch to remove it. It's more an issue in a girl's mind than a physical problem, and the girls removed it said they were glad it was gone.We didn't have. "Strip, Myra. Take off your dress and bra so you ride home with me fully exposed. I know how much you love doing that each time we meet." He ordered me gently.Happily, I reached behind me and unzipped my dress and unfastened my bra. Grabbing the hem, already bunched up above my waist, I yanked them all up over my head, tossing both over the seat and into the back of his minivan. Smiling brightly, I turned to him, running my hands under my firm breasts and a finger over each hard nipple,. But she would then huskily remark that he was a child with a kickstand cock between his muscular legs and a set of balls that she loved to suck and lick and pull on, so large and full were they. "Mommy, come up here and help me with this fucking homework and shit! This is worse than Nietzsche, although I think you've got some uber-titties and I've got one uber-mother-fucking cock and balls! Momma, come here and talk to me!" Goddamn it, he thought to himself. If she won't help me, I'll have to.