Part of myforefinger was now resting inside her moist lips. Shedidn’t notice it because of the pain, as I wiped up thedischarge and told her to ...old still. I was now goingto yank out the hair follicle.Looking back, I can’t say whether I intended to do it,or if just happened. But I was slowly massaging the wetlips of that pussy, as I steadied my hands to use thetweezers to pull out the follicle.I found the hair follicle, gave it a yank and out itpopped, releasing another small. "Forgot something?" I asked."No Miss," he said looking uncomfortable.What then?" I asked."Well, what I said about, you know, fucking you, I sorry if it made you angry with me," he said."No I wasn't angry," I said with a big smile, "it just you don't say that to a lady straight out." Why not miss?" he said, "it's what I want to do, you're so beautiful and sexy." You're a little young to know what's what yet," I said sitting up, his eyes immediately followed my swaying tits."I'm not that young. It was like seating a lion next to a tiger and telling them that they were actually cousins of a sort with the same mission to rule the world with an iron fist and no mercy for the innocent and the less favored.It was just a matter of time before the lion ate the tiger or the tiger bit off the head of the lion with little sense of guilt or hesitation for the niceties of diplomatic accord.I had to smile thinking of the German representative sitting down across the table from the Soviet. Pascal. Mom is cooking me dinner. Thanks anyways.Alex looked at Tom.Alex:Hey man, gotta go. Call me up later.Alex picked up his game cartridge, and walked out the doorway, leaving the Pascal family to themselves.When Alex got back home, it was already 5:30PM. He joined his mom and dad for dinner around 6PM. His parents basically allowed him far more freedom, than his classmates' parents allowed their own children theirs'.At 8PM, Alex's parents were watching TV at the living room. His excuse not.