The women were upstairs in the dining room. We were downstairs in the den in Stan's Rec Room. After an hour, it was obvious that the girls were having...fun. Their voices and hysterical laughter became louder. Our poker table was far more subdued. We just shook our head in contempt thinking the women were gossiping about some unfortunate housewife in the neighborhood. Their victim might have had a boob job, or it was rumored she had an affair. Women can be so devious at times. The jovial. ” “Well, aren’t you supposed to. Mom taught me how to shave my legs all the way up my thighs but at the time my, eh, pussy hadn’t started growing hair. I just assumed that it was supposed to be shaved as well.” Her friend though about it for a moment then said, “You’re right. We shave our legs why not there as well.” Jane helped her friend shave her privates for the first time in her life. After feeding the smoothness of her newly shaven pussy, her friend decided that she would keep it that. I called on her landline. No reply. I called Ashna. Her cell was switched off. I was at my wits’ end. I asked my Manager for an early leave citing health issues. Since I was the group lead, he refused. In my mind I paid regards to my Manager’s mother and sister :/As soon as the clock struck 6’30, I rushed out of the office to Yashu’s place. Yashu’s home was about 40 minutes from our office. I reached there at 7’30. I went to the 7th floor. I was surprised. The apartment door was ajar. I pushed. “Dianne, Dianne, Dianne, . . . . I’m sooooo sorry. I kept meaning to get out but it feels so good in here. It’s sooooooo relaxing.” Blushing “Umm, no, no, it’s okay,” Diane mumbled. “I should have realized. Please don’t mind me, I’ll just wait until you’re finished…” “Wait, wait!” Debbie stammered. “This is your tub, I’ll get out. Please hand me a towel.” Dianne realized that Debbie was naked in the spa just stopped…. After considering for a minute she stepped to the tub.