I did and kept going for a while, when I realised that James hadn’t started yet. I turned and faced him, and asked him what was the matter.He faced ...e and said, “I lied!” and kissed me straight on the lips. I pulled away, and he asked what’s wrong. I said, “So your gay then?” and I got a reply that nearly blew my breath away. He said, “I have admired you for years now, but was never sure. You’re not going to tell anyone are you?” How could I, my dreams had come true. In return I kissed him. Not just her pubic hair either, but all the hair on her body.She imagined what a jewess might have felt at the hands of the Nazis, even though these technicians were actually many times more gentle than those criminal tormentors of old were with the Jews as they stripped her scalp, eyebrows, underarms and groin of all traces of hair before they slathered hair removal gel on her arms and legs.Rebecca found more tears. Her voluptuous hair was not even allowed to float to the ground as they hacked. This unexpected and spontaneous assault was actually feeling pretty good and my pussy was getting rather slippery.As I am trying to take in what’s happening to me I looked over and could see that Dave now had a hard on that was sticking out of the side of his cut offs and then, hearing the sound of a zipper I looked to my left where Bob was dropping his pants. I gasped as a nice fat erection sprang free just inches from my face. Grabbing his cock with one hand and the back of my head with his. It was hardly a critical distinction to begin with."So, that's the whole story?" my mother said."That's... The whole story," I said."Hell of a first date," my father said."It could've gone worse," I said."It could've gone better," my mother said."Mom, I can't go through life expecting perfection," I said. "There'll be other dates. I'm just glad I got through okay." Yes, under the circumstances, that's probably worth celebrating," my father said."All right, well," said my mother, standing up..