I shove one of the chairs aside and back her up to the table, then I reach back to close and lock the door. I lean down to kiss her and she pushes her...tongue wildly into my mouth. She’s wearing a cashmere sweater and slacks. I place my hands on her small breasts, and feel her nipples through the fabric. I break the kiss and ask if she’s wearing a bra. She says “Yes, and a camisole.” I pinch one of her nipples and say “… so you probably can’t even feel this, can you?” She closes her eyes, takes. With a deep sigh, she stepped back, and allowed me to enter her living room. When I turned to face her she was undoing the ties that held the robe closed and let it fall open. I drew in my breath. It wasn’t so much her full, pendulous breasts as the fact that the woman was entirely devoid of body hair. Glancing down at herself, Mrs. Bloom said in a tremulous voice, “I shaved it off myself, for us. Isn’t that the way you young studs like it now?”“Um, speaking for myself, yes I like it,. Every guy that was left naked at school was raped while he was out cold. Just like you.”Mitch had taken a real chance with that, but when he saw the boys expression he knew he was right.“He didn't do that to you, did he?” said the boy in a whisper.“No. I saw him do it to you, followed him some and put two and two together. As you said, I'm that smart kid.” He gave the boy a smile.“Why are you telling me this?” asked the boy suspiciously. Mitch realized the boy was afraid of being blackmailed.. We had both been in the service overseas in Germany when we first met. I was married at the time and so was she. At first I didn’t think very much of her until I started hearing stories about what an easy fuck she was. That got my interest as I have always been fond of the ladies that wanted to and did fuck a lot of different men. At the time T was 27 years old with long brown naturally wavy hair. She stood about 5 foot 2 and weighed about 105 pounds. Ten pounds of that weight must have been.