“On your balls?” I nodded again. “That’s gross, I shave my legs and my privates with it. The last thing I want to get is man-schmutz on me.”...I immediately went limp. “I just wanted to keep everything nice and trimmed for you,” I replied. She just shook her head and went on to get dressed for her day in the same white shirt/black lawyer’s suit that she wore every day.Okay, if that’s how she’s going to be I have to go further I thought to myself. The next day I went to this little sex shop and. Telecommuting made my life easier, I could be around the house more often than if I had to drive into the city; the downside was my work was always there and there were times when I'd work later than I should have but all in all it was a benefit. Lisa got home from school and came into my office smiling, she gave me a peck on the cheek and told me she was going to her girlfriends house, she'd be back in time for dinner. I suppose that was the moment I was waiting for all day. I thought maybe. Lips met and tongues entwined briefly. Another button opened and again the hand move inexorably downwards. “And you?” “At Uni? English. And Creative writing.” Another button parted. The hand continued its journey towards the last remaining fastening. “So do you have ambitions to be an author?” The final button parted. Helen’s shirt slid open exposing her small firm breasts. The hand made its way languidly towards an exposed nipple. “Eventually, I hope. But right now my sole ambition is to be. She was in front of me bent down, in shirt track pant and socks. I commanded her to strip dance to her underwear. I kept watching, she stood up and started touching her waist and moving it.She was a good dancer and was showing her skills, her round ass was swaying in the air and her curves were clearly visible, she swayed her as and sat down in middle, she slowly took off her shirt and threw it down. Her boobs were visible were seen through her black bra and those melons were looking to pop.