I answered my own question by telling her to get in the shower and get her bikini wet and look in the mirror. When she did this, she almost screamed a...d said something would have to be done to fix this. She got dressed and left the room. I thought she was going to buy a new bikini but she returned in about 30 minutes with some shaving cream, razors, and lotion. She told me she was very upset that people could tell she was not really blond and went in the bathroom and came out shortly with her. I just couldn't find the darn thing. And just so you know, it wasn't because of all this hair growing on my face. Believe me, this is nothing compared to what was growing down there on her. I mean before she used The Muff Mower, I didn't even know what her kneecaps looked like.Now it took a lot of experimenting, but eventually I was able to come up with a design that was both safe and easy to use. The key word here is safe. That wasn't the case with the earlier design. Just ask poor Prancer.. Maine aapko bataya tha ki jab woh college mein aayi thi tab uske boobs neembu jitne hua karte the, par ab to saali k nagpur k santare ho gaye hain. Yeh to saali kisi se chuswati hogi ya khud hi daba daba k kiya hoga.Toh main aapko bata raha tha ki usne apne kapdon k upar se hi apni chuchiyon ko dabana suru kar diya tha, dabate dabate jab uski aag control ke bahar ho gayi tab usne apna top upar tak chadha liya aur phir se dabana suru kar diya.Ab uske muh se halki halki aawajein bhi aa rahi thi. Just like you had asked. I click my way down the hall then duck into a usually locked room when no one is looking. It's dark but I know you're there. I can hear you breathing, heavily with anticipation but quietly with care. Everything is quiet as I approach you in the dark. I don't have to feel around anymore, I know my way by heart. My heart beat quickens the moment I hear your voice whispering so close to my ear. I had barely felt your hand as it came to a rest on my side, your fingers.