I told her she smelled fantastic now. She bit her lip and lowered her hand. She thanked me and said it felt great now. I asked her if she could do the...same for me. I told her I also wanted to trim my hair but was difficult to do alone.We switched positions and she sat on the stool. To her amazement I removed my t shirt. I told her I did not want to get hair on it. She was feeling embarrassed but I told her we are friends and it does not matter. She was continuously staring at my body. I went. . . .At first, the change was subtle, and you couldn't be blamed for not noticing. A replaced police chief here, a new council member there, and maybe a new professor over there. All of it was pretty much normal, and at worst, an eyebrow or two was raised over the sexist remarks of one of them. But all in all, society in the US continued as usual. At the same time, the claws of the Founding Patriarchs began to creep into society slowly.With time, the Founding Patriarchs continued to put. ”Oh yes, Bob” Nikki purred. “We’ll just have to be discreet about it.”Thus began my lifelong connection with forbidden fruit. I suppose one’s early sexual experiences set the pattern for what turns one on, and to this day I love small tits (like Nikki’s), redheads and most of all the thrill of sneaking with another man’s wife (Nikki was ostensibly in a relationship with Tom Forbes, a college boy, Methodist and Eagle Scout who her mom Bertha wholeheartedly approved of.)So the next Saturday. I think it makes a difference anyway.We were back stage and Natalie was just coming off while the next act was standing near us getting ready. I know, I know, I shouldn't have gotten involved but I couldn't help myself. Like I said we were standing there with Natalie coming our way and Sam quivering and getting ready to piss his pants when I looked over at the next act a couple of meters away. She was the cutest little thing, looked to be younger than Tink, and she looked absolutely scared.