Swallowing involuntarily, she said “Saheb ... I cut my hair ... like you had told me to...” trying to smile as she said that. “I did not shave, ...aheb ... like you told me...” she spoke again, and to my amazement, raised her ghaagra herself to show me her cunt! Looking at her cunt, I realized that she was right.She had trimmed the thick patch of crinkly black pubic hair, as best as she could have with a pair of scissors, leaving only a thin cover of cropped of hair.“Good...” I muttered thickly,. Just as he got settled, a man emerged from the stairway.He was handsome and tall, looked to be in his late twenties, and walked with supreme confidence. He wasn't cocky like Rocko, but dignified and strong. He strode right past the log book that all swimmers after hours had to sign as they entered and left, leading George to believe that this man was not affiliated with the college. He would have to have known at least that much. Instead, the man smiled and gave George a friendly wave.. His tongue started to dance over and around her clit. His hands started moving over her pubes, across her belly and began unbuttons the rest of her dress.This time, she didn’t bother hiding her excitement. She let a low, long moan escape her lips. Joel’s in good form tonight, she thought, none of his usual trace-the-alphabet bullshit. Perhaps it was the booze wearing off or his fine form but Mary placed her hands on the back of his head – he wasn’t going anywhere.His hands squeezed her ample. This time meant something to her. Willow thought in order to be Buffy's friend you had to be powerful and had to help her somehow fight demons, monsters and vampires. However, Willow couldn't be of any help anymore with quick results and Buffy still stood by her to help her through this addiction. Those feelings have come back and she was sad. She wanted one day to get back with Tara and to re-vamped what they once had.Now the very thing that she wants to have with Tara, she wants with.