I wriggled out of shorts and panties and tugged off my t-shirt and bra. I rolled back onto my knees and peeked again. "Oh God. He's soooo hot!" I moan...d softly. I slid my hand down my tummy, rubbed my slit and then stuffed two fingers in my pussy. I fingered myself with one hand and rubbed my clit with the other, kneeling on the floor and peeking through the window. Then I cupped my tit, pinched and pulled on the hard, pointy nipple."Oooooooh," I shivered all over and had an orgasm, hand over. It was all so... ALIEN to me. "Honey, I don't REALLY have to talk like this, do I?" Kyra put it succinctly: "Baby, do you KNOW how girls like that talk?" "No." "Believe me, I DO; I lived it for six years. We agreed we want this experience to be authentic. Before you can experience a slut's life and desires, a slut's WORLD, you first have to understand what that world IS. Baby, the street scene she inhabits is, for want of a better term, a 'Black Thing', and this is the way everyone talks -. She moved her head back a little, frowning, not used to having me kiss her. I said, "Aunt Francis..." I gave her a kiss. "Sure missed you up there. Uncle Johnny okay?"She looked at me, confused. "Uncle Johnny?" Sure. How's Uncle Johnny doin'?" Why you askin'? Somethin' wrong with your Uncle Johnny?"I smiled sweetly. "Just wanted to know if he's okay." Sure he's okay!" Good." I kissed her nose. "Still love me?"She blushed.I said, "Well, I still love you. Just like I did before I left."She. “I think you need a little touch up. Stay right here while I get some supplies. But we will have to forego the steamed towels and settle for a hot washcloth.”Somehow, she produced the shaving mug, brush and straight razor, including the strop which she hooked onto the back of a chair. Removing my sarong. She had me lie down on the table, after covering it with a plush towel. Linda covered my mound with the hot washcloth while she worked the shaving cream into a lather. After using the brush.