She started with her secret dislike for her own name. Everyone treated her like she was an empty-headed bimbo as a girl and she blamed it on her name....She found it was easy to talk to him about her teenage years, when she was so frantic to find love. The more she talked, the more she felt a burden lift from her shoulders. She'd never told anyone in the family about the professor who had misused her so badly and become Becca's absent father. As it tumbled out of her mouth she couldn't believe. My lips slid over the smooth helmet then felt every ripple of his swollen veins as it went to the back of my mouth.He repeated this motion for several minutes, firm strokes, increasing in speed slightly but still gentle. I was loving the feeling of having this, my first, hard cock in my mouth and I began to relax, and run my hands over Karl’s hips and down to his balls which swung back and forth as he moved.After a few more minutes Karl pulled his cock from my mouth and began to tug on it quite. " Joey, could you help me clean up a bit?" Aunt Claire said as she picked up a couple of plates from the table. I quickly shot an anxious glance at Sven and he gave me a quick nod, indicating I was to do as she asked."Sure," I said as I grabbed some of the dirty dishes from the table. I followed her into the kitchen and the swinging door closed behind us. She set the dishes she had in the sink and did likewise with mine."C'mon," she said as she grasped my arm and pulled me forcefully into. Brooke said that Cheryl was actually the one that shaved her.I had to admit to getting a hard on thinking about Cheryl shaving my wife. I assumed that Cheryl too must be shorn down there which only left me hornier.Brooke also ditched many of her panties in favor of thongs in a variety of colors and tops and shorts that seemed to be much more risqué. I knew that Cheryl was a big influence on my wife's new wardrobe as the girls spent a great deal of time together, laying out by the pool,.