Mum: "Yuk you're so hairy, that will have to come off before we go any further" she spread a towel under his bum and applied shaving foam all over his...balls.Dad: "Careful with that razor". Mum was good, lifting his tight balls clear of the razor, sliding it carefully across the tender skin. She soon had a healthy covering of pubic hair across the bowl of warm water, and dad with bald pubes. With both hands covered in shaving foam, she couldn't resist jacking him off as he tried to direct his. "How did you then?" I asked softly,She demurred, saying that she'd rather tell me face to face tomorrow,"I Gather that you're just sixteen Chris" Yes?" I bridled, "And what's your point?" There isn't one Chris, none at all" she said and I detected almost a sob in her voice, "Can we continue this conversation tomorrow please, you've no idea how tired I am, or how many miles I've travelled to find my daughters"I told the girls this and they listened in silence,"You mustn't judge her" I said and. " she shrugged. "And you?" I've always been a girl." No silly, what's your story?" My brother got into trouble. It was drugs mainly, then some petty theftas well. Next thing we knew, he was into this gang or something and owedthem money. I bailed him out once, our parents bailed him out too, morethan once, but it got worse."Anyway, he died about a year ago of an overdose, but I didn't believeit. He'd been getting himself together, trying to kick the habit and thenout of the blue, he was. As I stand over you holding your hair, only the sound of my breath, and cars racing down some road far off in the distance can be heard, you hear the light trickle as it hits the bucket magnified by the tin and the silence 100 times or better. You groan as the sound stops. I can't make it start again. I squat down behind you after I loosen the rope a little so that the circulation could return to your hands still bound over your head to the tree and move the bucket. I reach around in front of.