He was really nice to me and talked to me like a buddy not like a stodgy old man. We were out on his porch talking for a while.He asked me if I tried ...moking yet, did I ever ditch school and so on. He asked me if I had a girlfriend yet and I said no but I like a couple. He asked me who they were and I named a few from school. None of them were around the neighborhood and he asked me what girls in the area were cute. I named off a few and vaguely indicated where they lived in the neighborhood.. "Now make sure you don't move," she said and surprised me by lathering mypubic hair.Mrs Cashmore shaved away the little coils of hair in my groin and thencarefully shaved my genitals. My penis obligingly remained erect and outof the way to facilitate her endeavours. She gave it a friendly littletug when she finished."Ok, let me see," she studied my face for a while and then picked up apair tweezers.Mrs Cashmore plucked my eyebrows, shaping them to her satisfaction thenshe gave me a hot towel. He looked at her bluish green panties and could smell her scent. His hands clawed at his pants, wanting to feel her, to tear away that bit of cloth that covered her most intimate secret. Chloe moved her shorts down her long, lean legs and pulled them over her feet, tossing them behind her. As she stood back up, she ran her fingers up her legs, teasing him. She looked into his eyes as she did this and saw the growing hunger. Her fingers went beyond her legs and moved up her sides, pulling her. It’s Alicia.’ I wasn’t too surprised to hear that. ‘I would expect that most father’s would count their daughter as precious.’ Alicia replied instead of Sheila. ‘They do, Jack. But my father is obsessive about it. I am thirty-five.’ Now that was a surprise. ‘I have a job, a good job, not in father’s business either, my own flat, and I am independent. But he will not let me go. He phones me every evening about nine, to see what sort of day I have had. If I’m out, he will continue to phone every.