His now dry hair was gorgeous! Medium blond with sun-bleachednatural highlights, it was as soft and shiny as any hair she had everseen. Everything was...working out so much better than she could haveimagined in even her wildest dreams. Angela prepared herself. Anthony's placid state was likely to end anysecond as she took hold of both wax strips. Rip! "WHAT THE FU ..." For aninstant he forgot about his 'situation' and reacted like he'd just beenattacked. His hands reached out to grab Angela but. “Sure,” I said, “I have nothing to hide.” She became serious as she looked at me and asked, “Earlier when you told me your wife works nights, you then said it wouldn’t matter anyway, what did you mean by that?” I don’t know if it was because of the beer and wine, or just because I felt very comfortable with Renee. All I know is I found it easy to start telling her how my marriage has been sexless for the past twelve years, and was not much better before that. To be honest it felt good to. No longer shriveled, dry and cold, it was a dazzling thing. There was nothing dark about it, it was a thing of heat and brilliant light, surging and pulsing through her veins, prowling the infinite space inside her. It had a voice of its own. It murmured and moaned, almost taking possession of her lips. She found herself humming softly to herself, trying to sooth it.The fishing site was thousands of miles from home and her husband. She wondered if the distance had woken this thing within her.. . you would... ” he said but stopped when I shook my head.“You did it before when we were in high school. I thought... ” Johnny was stuttering now.“That was high school,” I yelled at him.Johnny had got himself into trouble with a bunch of the football players and there was no way out. Being the high school slut I was back then; I offered to suck them all off if they would never bother him again.“Would it wipe the whole bet away?” I asked now.Johnny looked at me with hope in his eyes. “Yes.”I.