“I’d be happy to help you with that,” she shockingly added. How much can she see? She slightly spread her knees and let her skirt rise until I c...uld see her white, cotton panties. “In fact, now that I’ve shown you mine,” she glanced at her exposed thighs, “it’s only polite for you to show me yours. Your apartment, I mean.” She passed me her rolled up bra and I paid the tab in a flash. We quickly arrived at my place. As soon as I unlocked the door, she breezed in before me and fearlessly made. The buzzing sound of the clippers was like a vibration from the top of her head, trickling down to her groin. Around her ears, nape and all over her head, with no guard attached, she was now completely shorn except for a tender, velvety pelt of silvery-blond coating the scalp. The clippers were switched off, and Gregory immediately pulled out, forcing her down towards the cushions and blowing his ejaculate all over her freshly shorn head and neck. The sensation was warm and creamy. As he. One thing I knew was that she was a heavy sleeper, but I wasn’t going to take any chances that night. I needed to suck that pussy good or i'd be horny forever, and I didn’t want her finding out. It just so happened that my dad was taking sleeping pills to sleep better since he was so stressed for work or what ever. So I snuck into his room and grabbed a pill. Leah was some loser who took vitamins before sleeping, and that worked out perfectly. All of the pills she took were small, so was. Father and Mother, as well as Father’s second wife and Frolia, were happy this morning. As much as I wanted to tease them, it wasn’t my place to say anything. Discussions about potential mates were carried on discreetly between the wives and the potential mate, and then the Patriarch’s wives if the discussion got that far. Only if those women all agreed would the husband be asked for his opinion. In a case like this where I still had a right to keep Frolia for almost a year, I would be asked.