’ Laurel looked up into the smiling blue eyes of a blond stranger, only he wasn’t a complete stranger. ‘Shelton!’ she shrieked, and ran from t...e room. Sam sitting at the kitchen table with his coffee said, ‘Come in son. Did that reaction mean Laurel doesn’t like you or does it mean she thinks it too early for you to see her undressed like that?’ ‘It’s my fault sir. I ought to have called. I think she likes me.’ Beryl told Shelton to sit and poured him coffee. ‘How did you meet my daughter?’. God no. No, I'd not do that. If you wanted one though, I'd let you. I mean, I deserve far worse than a divorce anyway..." Stop. Don't say another word. You're still apologizing and trying to take all the blame for your actions. It wasn't all you Sue. You know as well as I do, especially now, that SOB Samuels was responsible for most of what happened. He set us both up and worked on you until you slipped. I know that now. Yes, you slid on us, but I'm still here, and I'm trying to hold you from. My hours are long enough that I rarely get to see you before seven, usually later."Rather that rent a summer place, which either of us could easily afford, you live at your parents' house so we don't see each other late at night."I still do some family stuff on weekends, and we invite you because all of us think of you as family."You've been home a little over a week from a one-month vacation where I didn't see you at all. You got angry on Friday so we saw each other less than three hours."I'm. ‘Best. Shower. Ever.’ she muttered to herself, eyes closed, playing with her pubes once more. Reaching behind herself, she feels for a razor. Not able to find one , she turns to look at the shelf, finding it hidden behind the shaving cream. She applies a small amount to her intimate hair, and goes to work. By the time she’s done, she has just a small strip of hair left, the same width as her clit, the hair only a couple of centimetres in length. Happy with her new appearance, she washes her.