I would like...would you like to shave me?' Talk about dropping bombs. The beautiful woman that I have just flicked into ecstasy, asks me to shave her...pussy. This evening is not going anything like I imagined. It is way past anything I ever dared to imagine. 'Christine, I would love to do it.' I answer finally after recovering. 'Great!' She whispers, and reaching back, she produces a shaving kit, and standing up, sits down on the edge of the bathtub. Her pussy is now inches away from my face,. " Mom lied. Well, it was not entirely a lie. I was justadmiring my pretty face, there's all.Mom nudged my stomach hard. Ouch! That hurts! I woke up from mydreamy state instantly. "Erm ... Good Evening, Madam. Thank youfor your concern. I am fine," I greeted her with a weak smile."Well, you're welcome, darling," the nice lady said. Sheinspected me intensively from head to toe. I felt very awkwardwhen she did that. She continued, "Such a pretty and sweet girl,but I must say that the skirt looked. “Yes,” he grimaced, dragging out the word a little longer in horror. “Oh, I’m gonna puke.” I looked over as he rushed into the bathroom, still naked. His body looked a lot like mine, not quite scrawny and with a sort of soccer player’s frame. Beside me were a crumpled pair of boxers and I balled them up, unable to throw them at him before he closed the door. He ran through the doorway, shutting the door with his foot and lunged towards where I guessed the toilet was. I tried not to pay. Well, I felt her shifting her enter weight to me. She was leaning on me to give me more access.I slowly laid her back on the bed, with her t-shirt still raised to her belly button. She looked straight into my eyes for a moment and then shut it hard while arching her back from the bed. Green Light!She was still breathing heavily. Her breasts were heaving. I lifted the black t-shirt over her black bra. She had a black mole at the edge of the cleavage on her right boob. I kissed her neck, she.