I spread my legs wide, and he pushed my labia over, first to one side, then the other so he could get close to my thighs. He saved the center part and...the little bit just above my slit for last, teasing me on purpose, I think, because he grinned up at me as he moved the razor downwards at last at the very upper part of my slit - right toward where my clit lurked so shyly."Ooooohhhhhhhh," I moaned as the vibrations of the razor got stronger. Then they faded as he carefully finished the lower. "We could do a lot worse, you know." Darling, we are lesbians," Michelle turned to her, pulling up silk gloves to the elbow. "We always said it would just be the two of us."Melissa shrugged, "I know that. No one will ever take away the love I have for you, Sis. But we have to face this sooner or later. Men are attracted to us. When I am dancing waltzes I feel their hardness as they brush close to me. I am sure you do too!" Yes, I do." I know you're so like me and I'd wager that you like the. She was smart, smarter than plenty of people, but that was her only extraordinary feature. She always kept her red hair shoulder length and the bangs out of her eyes with a white headband. She never dressed provocatively, she always wore loose clothes, to hide her 34A-cup breasts and almost non-developed hips from the boys, feeling shy about the fact she always had to think, 'I'm just a late bloomer.' Today, she wore a black T-shirt, blue jeans, and a pair of sneakers. With nothing else and not. I am a Bengalurean of 28 years of age, 6″ tall. Horny unsatisfied housewives and sexy young baby dolls can reach me on my hangout/mail and Telegram @msarsstr. Total anonymity and secrecy are guaranteed. This story will be narrated from the footsteps of Madhushree, the teacher. This is a real-life incident of one of my readers, and I am writing in her stead.Coming to the story, I am Madhushree, a true Bangalorean. I am happily married with no kids. I am aged 35. My husband works for a sales.