It was the only prayer, other than the Lord's Prayer and that bless this bed verse, that she could recall.The fisherman took her to her own rickety do...k, and she paid and thanked him after he helped pile her goods on the worn planking. She sat on her dome-topped trunk and watched him tack out toward the sluggish Chester River and straighten his wide rudder. Now, she decided, I am really on my own. She sought a word, a term for it, and decided that "transformation" was a pretty good fit. I am. ‘My work pays well’ Anna cooed. She stood on tiptoe and kissed me in a like fashion to the way she had kissed my wife — my cock was already voting yes , despite what my brain might say. ‘Renee says you live nearby and I really, really need to get fucked lover — what do you say, do you want to fuck me — us?’ she purred, rubbing my cock. We were in public, but Anna didn’t seem to care. Renee smiled and stated ‘I told you darling, she’s just a little fuckslut — so, I want you to take us home and. “oops sorry” said one of the lads. Ignoring it I went to get the sugar and cups, again as I lent over to place things on the table a hand not only brushed the back of my leg but rested a bit longer this time. I stood up and went to the kitchen to brew the coffees – al the while thinking about what had happened. Strangely the more I thought about it the more excited I became and I realised my pussy was getting a little damp.Trying to ignore my feelings I went into the café to deliver the coffees. I here one of you say that the panties don't look right with such a hairy ass. I can feel the shaving cream spread across my ass and then the razor removing the hair. When done the only hair left below my waste is on my legs. That is better someone says and everyone else agrees. Just as all the shave cream is cleaned up, I hear the door bell ring. I am very nervous because my bare panty clad ass is facing the door. I try to turn my head to see who is there but I can not see the door. The I.