I couldn't move my legs but I could wiggle my toes. I felt a light pressure on my body, like a sheet or blanket on top of me. My vision was still blur...y. This time was also different because there was light, too.There was a movement off to my left. I could move my head a little and I turned that way. What I could see was the shape of a person dressed in white. I couldn't tell if it was male or female. I tried to talk but couldn't. What I could do was make a little noise. The person turned. Angie ran the shaver up and down his legs until they were hairless, this was achieved with much howling and complaining from Malcolm who was reminded by Angie that women had to suffer far worse to look good for men, as he was about to find out. She shaved the hair off his feet and toes and examined her handy work. ‘You’ll still have to wear the pantyhose I’m afraid, your legs are lily white and some of those varicose veins look like roadmaps. It’s a trick I used when I was younger when I. . as he put it... better the devil you know then those you don't. When Klaus confessed that he felt unable to confront his wife with such a prospect, the doctor offered to come out to the house some afternoon and talk to Susanne. Klaus and Susanne had by this point in time recognized all too well that Africans were very promiscuous, and forward in their approach to women. I supposed from my conversations, and from my own observations, that both Susanne and Klaus would certainly have realized. )I let go of her boobs, “Ab samjha main kyu randi ki tarah chud rahi thi sab ke saamne?” (Now did you understand why was I fucking shamelessly?)Aunty: Haan chinaal, aisa chodega toh main bhi nangi ho jau kahi bhi. (Yes, you slut, I would also get naked anywhere if he fucks like this.)He fucked her for another 10 minutes, and she squirted on this cock. She was panting now. I made Hardik sit on the toilet seat and started riding him. My boobs were bouncing up and down, and Hardik was sucking on.