Neither she nor I thought it was funny, but the other women nearly split their sides laughin' at the situation. Kitty turned her head, an' that direct...d her breath against the inside of my thigh where it was not nearly so distractin'.After some very careful work, I had Kitty's pussy region all shaved, except fer the region around her asshole an' between her legs. Hell, in fer a penny—in fer a pound! I had her lie face down on the bench with her ass kind of stickin' up in the air. I shaved that. The slight soreness had an edge of pleasure to it. As she concentrated on the slight stinging in her pussy, it almost felt in its throbbing, as if the man were thrusting his cock in and out of her again.Her face began to flush as the fever of her desire mounted. She pulled at her nipples, watching them elongate. She pulled harder, wanting more sensation.Her breasts also elongated slightly, and a shiver of intense pleasure coursed through her.She brought her hands downward, wanting to feel her. She followed me and I shut the door behind us. We both sat down in wingback chairs.“I’m just going to tell it straight. I can’t do it, Cindi. Having sex with an engaged woman is a line I simply can’t cross.”She sighed, “I knew that was what you were going to say. But you gave me your word, Steve!”“I did. And I was wrong to do that. I had the rule back then, as we discussed, and I foolishly pushed it aside. This isn’t the first time I’ve thought about it, either. I’ve struggled with the concept. Can you come here? Please?" Let me speak to your mother for a moment, if I may," I said. I wasn't certain that Amelia had a firm grasp on the situation.Seconds later, my long-ago girlfriend was on the line."Who is this?" she asked as if I had called her."It's Michael McPherson," I replied."What do you want?" she asked with venom dripping from each word."Actually, your daughter called me," I said. I heard a familiar plaintive cry of "Mom" from the background. I assumed that Amelia was trying to.