Very hairy!The texting built up a lot of tension, and I added to that tension by telling her I like watersport games, and enjoy the smell of her pussy...hairs when they have been soaked in her pee..She asked me: "would u like it if i didn't wash my pussy the day we meet again?"Fuck yes, I wanted her to be dirty, smell like a woman,not like soap.. So I asked her not to wash it anymore till the next time we would met, wich would be 3 days later.. And she agreed, after asking me if I was sure.. She. "Now let's get our stories straight. Obviously it's a virus, can'tremember the name of it because it's too long to pronounce, but it'smost likely intestinal since they don't have fevers. Something to alsodo with the urinary track and bladder according to Doctor Clark," Helensaid."Who's Doctor Clark?" Rose asked as she pushed their loaded cartstowards their cars."Damned if I know, but he's an expert in these viruses. Don't youremember, he's the one we talked to," Helen said laughing."Oh! . Eventually we slept, but when either of us shifted we both woke up. We'd grumble, negotiate a new configuration, cuddle and sleep again until the next time.Saturday morning, a bit bleary-eyed, we showered -- together, of course. I used my left hand to wash her, she washed me with her right. While cleanliness was the primary goal we didn't ignore the erotic opportunities either. As we rinsed off at the end she made me -- let me? -- kneel at her feet. Wrapping my left arm around her hips, I. He was shocked. "Bill I never knew you were a transvestite." Jim, I'm not. It's a song about a guy we saw in a bar once." Bill, you've got to get it out there. It's brilliant."I thought about how we do that. I'd have to try to find the transvestiteor something. I could never dress like that.It was Friday night. I got over to Janet's. She said, "Hi Brad," as sheopened the door to me."Brad? I'm not called Brad," I said. "Are you seeing someone?" I asked."No, of course not darling. Magenta it is.