Hurriedly after that, I headed upstairs, not so much to change the sheets, but to collect myself while sitting on the end of the bed afterwards."What ...he hell's wrong with me?" I thought as I sat there. I had in fact gotten very much aroused shaving my daughter's cunt..."cunt?" I thought to myself once again, "cunt?" I never used that particular word, though I didn't mind hearing it said whenever Robert did, though that was only when he was aroused and we spoke dirty to one another in bed as we. I was now 27 and dad had phoned one day asking mom about things at home and she mentioned that all was fine and that she could do with a extra hand of help at home. Dad asked her to find a girl for me so that when he comes home on vacation he could marry me off. So search for the right girl for me was put into action. Meanwhile i had got a job as a bank employee and was regularly going to work and during those days whenever the chance was right i would watch the video of me ucking my passed out. We heard Angie head right up to our bedroom and she slipped out of that dress in front of us. Next came off her bra, nylons and panties as she sat in the large bedroom chair. Apparently, she had stopped in her room to get her vibrator and a dildo that she had in her right hand. As she watched me and her mother she immediately began massaging her pussy with that vibrator. I had been working on Carol’s pussy for about five minutes, so by now Angie’s mother was ready. Carol said, “get the lube. " "It's called spirit gum," Dawn said. "Makeup artists use it to glue things on to people. This one has a matte finish, so it will be invisible when it dries." "What are you gluing onto me?" Stacey questioned. "Stubble. You didn't stand close enough to the razor this morning, 'bud.'" With that, she picked up a small ball of the little clipped hairs and began to tap them along the drying adhesive. The hairs stuck and stood out from Stacey's skin; it looked for the world as if Stacey were now.