Never fear." It's three weeks later and my apartment has been cleaned up and covered up, with plastic sheeting everywhere. There's a rubberized pair o... sheets designed for this sort of thing covering a pair of king size airbeds in my living room. They're sort of a velour feeling but will easily wash clean. I also have a small safe in the room that only I know the combination to. Wallets and any and all electronic devices will go in there, they get their memories only, the fuck/cumfest will NOT. He would have tried this at work but would have felttoo awkward standing there with nothing to pull out. At home, there wasno social anxiety and released the flow. He was rewarded with this actionby wetting his pants."Shit!" he cried out closing his legs trying to stop the flow but beingunfamiliar with his body, he kept going. In a frantic flurry, he twistedhimself around and sat on the toilet only getting the last of it in thebowl. He sat there utterly humiliated with his soaked pants at his. It was around this time I realized (and it continues to this day) that when I visit, she never wears a bra and is always wearing tight clothes. Her nipples are ALWAYS erect and there’s no missing them. The other night she came out in her revealing pyjamas (braless, thin top, short shorts) and my friend called her back into the room so we could look at her because she looked “so hot”. Another day she did her exercises in front of me (again, braless) that mostly involved bending over in front of. I don't want to snip, or cut myself." I'll do it for you.Brit said. "I promise I won't hit any skin. I do it to myself, and I never snipped any skin." "Oh....Okay." Lori said with a sigh.I went to my dresser and grabbed my shaving kit. I opened it up as I headed back towards the bed. As Brit looked over it's contents, she pulled out a small comb, and a short pair of scissors. She began to comb Lori's pubes upward,away from her clit. She explained everything to Lori, as she started snipping her.