With her disposable thin translucent gloves, she spreads the wax below his navel and then rhythmically works her way down then around his shaft and sc...otum.“Okay, Danny, I’ll be careful with these,” as she grips his scrotum and applies some gel on each bulge of a ball. “It might hurt a little but I will work fast, okay?” Danny nods.With these words of hers, I feel my nipples harden under my blouse.After a few seconds of letting the wax dry, “rip!” Danny hardly reacts. But I am hopeful she is. It seemed strange that her mom was up that late since she had to be at work at eight AM the next morning. Sheila knew that Uncle Bob was staying over just like he always did when he was traveling from another town. Still, it was far too late to be discussing anything when people should be sound asleep.She crept up to the door and managed to peep through the keyhole which was one of those old fashioned types from long ago in the almost sixty year old apartment building and saw the shadows of her. They fold their arms around their shoulders and hug themselves as protection. Even in the warmth of the summer sun they act as though they're freezing. I can see that the city has turned them cold from the inside outside. Upside down.Watching her, I realize something about these invisible people. They think, they believe that they're at peace with themselves. They've tricked their beings into believing that what they crave is the safety of solitude. Words come to me. Words overheard, spoken by. “Quiet slut! You want everyone to hear you!” he whispered. His hand withdrew a bit–a punishment of sorts for my noise. I gripped the arms of my chair and with my lips closed tightly I shook my head.His hand resumed it’s travel up my thigh until I felt him petting my mound. I raised up just a bit; enough for him to slide my dress up to my waist and then I settled back down, spreading my legs wide for him.He slipped a finger, then two into my sopping pussy, smiling at how wet I already was. He.