Her eyes got kind of wide and her cheeks got pink.“Actually,” she said, kind of hesitantly, “I don’t shave myself there. I don’t recommend y...u do either.”“Of course you shave there,” I said, leaning over to peer into her crotch.“I do that for her,” said Uncle Bob, grinning. “If she tries it she cuts herself to ribbons. She can shave her underarms, but not down there.”“Oh,” I said. I looked at him. “Well can you shave me too?”My mom made this funny sound in her throat, and when I looked at her,. ‘Why?’ she asked, full of curiosity. I shrugged. ‘Haven’t wanted to. You’re the first woman I’ve met in a long time that interested me.’ I think she smiled a little, thanking me for the honor. We talked after I got her home, about everything and nothing, as we sipped coffee and I destroyed two pieces of cake. At eleven I got up to leave. She walked me to the door, and we shared a very nice kiss. No tongue wrestling, no groping or grinding, just a simple kiss. It still was the best thing I’d. I couldn't help it!As Duane move to one side of my wife, I was invited to jerk-off on her tummy, and through nicely surprised that I was being allowed to do so, I got on my knees next to her and furiously masturbated till I expelled my own (meager!) quantity of cum! It felt so wonderful to finally, after 14 days of total chastity, to come; and I didn't care that Duane laid there, smiling up at me, as I unloaded everything that I had to give!"Now, clean ALL of this up!" My wife said to me, in. She most certainly didn't. She has to cross the brightly lit hall to her room crossing both her parents' and brother's rooms. The switch for the light is between her room and her brother's. This was hard enough for her. But the devil wanted more challenge. She dared herself to not run and not cover herself while walking to her room. She didn't give a second thought and started doing it. She started walking slowly with her hands by her side. If someone walked out now, they will clearly see Nisha.