"How do you keep them so... firm?" I don't know. Do you really like them?" They're lovely," I said, speaking truthfully, watching her eyes grow moist....here were three disposable razors and a can of shaving cream on the counter."Open up for me, Wanda," I said, holding the wet washcloth up so she could see that I intended to place in on the area I planned to shave. She accommodated me by spreading her legs and I dropped the cloth over her pussy.I shook the can of shaving cream and Wanda spread. Michelle and my brother were obviously aware of my situation and no doubt she intended to add her advice, or more likely my brother's advice in her words. Knowing they both meant well it didn't concern me too much.It was mid afternoon when I heard the doorbell. I waited for my sister-in-law to walk in before realising that I hadn't remembered to unlock the door yet. I opened the door wide and stood back to let Michelle in, only it wasn't Michelle it was Amanda. There was a definite nervousness. By the time everyone arrived we had two pots of coffee and a pile of breakfast burritos ready. After we toured the house we sat in the courtyard drinking coffee and eating our burritos.Doug had looked at the wall when in the garage and said, "I had noticed all the old tools in your garage before! They look neat — someday you must explain to me what half of them are for."Uncle Art added, "I grew up on a farm and worked as a carpenter as a young man. There were several that I did not recognize!. He placed the black instrument against the length of her slit, stroking it between her swollen lips until the shaft was glistening with her juices. While he stroked it over her, she hissed tried to grind on it lifting her hips to meet the tormenting truncheon. Moving it away from her groin, he brought the end to rest at the entrance to her pussy, and she winced and smiled as he slowly introduced the rod into her opening. Deeper and deeper he pushed, further the stick went in, her breath now.