But what I said was, "I do?" Yeah, it's that black stuff on top of your head."She winked, and walked away, hips swaying. Just like that. I stood there...nd blinked. She'd totally fazed me with her looks and her cool. Mythoughts were kind of along the "fuck that" lines. Mostly like, I'm thecool girl around here! I play bass in a band. I... I can do a flatspin!So why did I act like a complete dumbass when I saw her?Then Sarah grabbed me from behind and I just about shit in my pants. I'dforgotten I. ..”“Yes?” he asked.“Well about us doing it this afternoon, I just want you to know that you don’t have to feel obligated in any way. It was nice. I wanted to do it, and we did. I’m glad we did it, but that’s as far as it has to go.”“Oh,” she heard him say in the dark.She couldn’t tell what that meant. Maybe if she could see his face she would be able to tell. There was a span silence and in the void she began to assume she knew his answer.“Are you sure you want it that way? I was hoping for. Don't worry, I'll take good care of you and show you how it's done. Now, just relax and keep your legs spread while I shave your pussy."Brenda then proceeded to shave Michele's pubic region. Then her lips and told her to stand, turn around, bend over and spread her asschecks so she could shave her asshole as well. "Am I going to have to keep my pussy and asshole shaved all the time?" She asked."Probably, yea I think you will." Answered Brenda."I might have some trouble shaving my asshole. So, if you ever exhibit signs of Priapism, go to the ER immediately!Anyway, without further adieu, our story..."Yes, Mom," Christina Miller rolled her eyes as her mother rambled on and on about she and her father's itinerary, the food that was available, who to contact in an emergency, what was permissible and not permissible while they were away, but most importantly, Christina's mother expressed her concern for the health of Mark, Christina's younger brother.Mark had stayed home from high.