Not only was there no sign of any sign of underclothes but a distinct lack of pubic hair.I tried desperately to concentrate on the training shoe I was...lacing when she asked,"What do you think?"I said, "They are probably the best pair of trainers we have ever stocked." No. Not the shoes Silly. I meant this..." As she spoke she raised the hem of her skirt with one hand and ran her other hand over the flat of her stomach and down over the neatly shaved area of her vagina. Cupping her hand between. “Tell the man what's on your mind,” she told me.“I want you to treat her with respect, be gentle, and attentive to her needs and satisfaction.”“That's beautiful!” my wife exclaimed, as she got up from her chair and came to me.I got up as did Peter.“I love you, “ she said as she hugged me.“And I love you.”“Harriet, you have nothing to worry about,” Peter said as Nancy returned to her chair.“Thank you,” I replied.I poured coffee, and we all enjoyed our desserts.My wife is a fantastic cook and had. Suddenly he noticed me, and wrapped the towel around himself, it was as if the world came to an end, the visual ecstasy had been cut short. He proceeded towards me and asked me what was wrong with me and why was I groaning on the bench. He hadn’t noticed me staring at him either, I guess. Suddenly, the spark of sexual desire flashed through me and I got the courage to say that I was pretty much sex deprived for four days and my balls had been aching to cum. He told me to go somewhere else and. He didn't give me any indication what he thought of that remark, so I shut up.I pretty much just took in the over all layout of the building. The construction and condition of it was up to the construction foreman of 'His Laboring Few' who went about his job. The foreman did measure the pool hall for me before he started his inspection. It was 58 feet long and 34 feet wide. There were almost 2000 square feet on the ground floor. The second floor would be the same except that it had been chopped.