Of course, that put my trunks at her eye level.Carefully I reached to get my arms under her arm pits and lifted her off the floor. She was now able to...sit on the bench so I dried her off and then went to find the perfect tiny top and thong to cover her up properly as she recovered. I got a surprise when I turned back around.She was waiting for me and said, “Letting you see me naked pushed me way over the line for getting fired. My letting you rub the magical depilatory cream over my more. I confessed that I liked how it felt better without one...maybe not my best choice of words because Susan asked for us to stop. I moved off her and laid next to her. "Maybe we should talk about it first?" Susan said in a cool tone.We decided to clear the air over the next ninety minutes. We shared our sexual pasts with each other. I was sure Susan would of requested for me to wear a condom but she didn't.... especially since she wasn't on any birth control. Susan seemed to know her body and it. She lay back again, and lifted her hips to allow him to remove her garters and stockings. He pulled them down carefully, kissing each of her calves. When he was done, he pulled back the comforter and top sheet of the bed while she squirmed underneath. Up until this point, she hadn't noticed the cool ocean air that wafted into the house, but now it covered the bed and sheets. She moved her limbs, trying to warm the bed with her body heat as her eyes followed him around the bed. He stopped at the. ”“You don’t need to forgive me. You’ve already decided to dispose of me. At least let me pick the funeral arrangements. Dead man walking’s last request.”I stopped. I looked at Zoë. She would’ve let me kill him and treat me like a king for it. I looked at Pat. She would help me kill him and never let me live it down. I looked at Andrea. She could never leave me if I killed Reggie. I didn’t want any of my girls out of fear or duty. I wanted them with respect and love. I scared myself. I was not.