While she watched in the mirror, he wet the washcloth and worked up a rich lather of soap. Then he washed the soft skin with soap and sponged it with ...ot water. After he squirted a little of the shaving cream on his fingers, he patted it into her pussy-stubble.He worked the razor in long slow strokes, going toward her cunt. With each stroke, the razor left only smooth pink skin.Finally, only a little shaving cream remained along the lips of her cunt. He slipped two fingers inside her cunt and. ‘What’s your name?’ I asked. ‘Rachel,’ she answered. ‘I’m Lily,’ I said. I desperately wanted to kiss her but restrained myself. I had visions of us tumbling around my bed, filling the room with our combined scents. It was the sweetest perfume. It is like going to a market when you’re hungry and every sense is assailing you to satisfy these overwhelming impulses. ‘Are you from around here?’ I asked. ‘No. Well, yes, I’m in the Marines and home on leave for the week,’ she told me. Her arms. He was talking as if he took a few pegs of alcohol before coming to invite Rajesh for the party, “Sh!… I know your secret, Rajesh. Don’t worry I won’t tell your wife. Come…”“Sorry but I can’t. Pramila is sick, I need to take care of her,” explained Rajesh the reason for not coming.“Don’t you want to come to the party?” he asked.“Yes. But I need to be by the side of my wife while she is sick,” said Rajesh.“Why?” asked Ramesh.“She told me to stay by her bed if she needs anything,” explained. It brought back so many juicy memories!Sometimes when I hadn’t had a computer problem for a while I would make one up just so that he would come over to my apartment and ‘help’ me out again. After the story Brian told me a few days before {Chapter One}, I hadn’t been able to get him to talk about it again at work, so I was dying to get him over to my apartment so that we could talk in private. I think that he was embarrassed about telling me such a graphic story and worried that it might change.