It took perhaps ninety minutes and another razor, but by the time hehad finished, he stood before the mirror and gasped."My God!" he exclaimed, turnin... this way and that, looking at everyinch of his body, smooth, pale and surprisingly soft. "That's amazing."The image reflected in the mirror was far less masculine without hairthan he imagined it would be. Apart from his face, he looked like ateenager in that stage of androgyny that so many go through. With nobulging muscles and his slight frame,. “So…,” she said suddenly, with a tone that indicated seriousness. “I want to know something, Billy. Why don’t you ever talk to me at school?” Then she took a sip of her drink and watched me fidget, her eyes burning into mine over the brim of the cup. “I….uh…..what?” I knew exactly what she meant. I just didn’t have an answer for her. I really had no idea why I never spoke to her. “You …know… what… I…mean, Billy.” The evenly spaced words cut right through my bullshit, leaving no option but to. “Harry I am…” She trailed off as Harry kissed her between her legs. Harry knew she was about to ask him to stop but he wouldn’t let her do that instead he started working on her with his mouth. Being a virgin and having no experience at all when it came to pleasing girls Harry hoped he made it right by licking and kissing her clitoris.Judging by Hermione’s rapid heartbeat that he could feel with his mouth he was doing very well. Harry moved him self up on her and kissed her on the mouth. He was. That's always good," I admitted."Well let's get to it. Dad said I only had an hour to make a billboard style image," she said."I'm here to work, so tell me what you want," I suggested."Let's go back to the studio and get started then," with those words she led me from the reception area to a larger room behind it. Inside that room were several backdrops. On a folding table were the three pairs of jeans just as her father had promised."Pick the pair you think will fit best then put them on. I'm.