“Oh honey sorry to disturb you but I needed to know if you still shave your body for the swim club” – that’s the excuse I gave her for shaving...everything bare of hair, chest, pits, legs, cock, balls and ass – all smooth and shiny when oiled up.“Mommy why” I asked, “do you want to know?”“Well I can see your chest is shaved but what about the rest of you? – stand up until I have a look”.Well my erection was subsiding, and I was curious to know what was going on, so I stood up. Mommy ran a hand. Why? The simple answer: Girl Scouts.My phone didn't beep in response until I sat on the bus. I tapped the face, and brought up the message. "Just got home," my wife wrote. "You?" She'd been on the road home when she got the text, but hadn't responded. She might put on makeup at a stoplight, but she never texted while driving. Normally at this time of day she'd be outside our daughter's school, waiting for her class to come filing out. But today our six-year-old Brownie was at her Girl Scout's. Pulling my fingers out I used the same hand to gather up the waiting buttplug and force it back in their place. Now that got a real reaction but nothingto disturb the neighbours. Giving her a few minutes to get used to that intrusion I helped myself toa drink from the mini-bar; what the hell, it would be charged to her accountanyway. Refreshed, I settled beside her again and let my fingers find that littlenub that was not so little right now. I coaxed it gently to full attentionand then found a. Dan smiled, taking fleeting glances at the cleavage so close to him.“You must know where there’s a decent romantic restaurant around town?” Trisha asked.“I know where there’s a few,” he replied, finally letting his eyes look at her very deep cleavage.“Perhaps you’ll let me treat you to a nice dinner out as a thank you, provided you’re allowed to date a passenger,” she smiled, knowing his eyes were on her low cleavage.“There’s no rule saying I can’t.”“You can’t! You can’t, he’s mine and he also.