To tell you the truth I don't care if a girl has hair or is shaved. I'm neutral to it but Ambers was just beautiful. Her hair surrounded her lips of h...r pussy and stopped down to almost her asshole. The highest and the most concentrated area was over her mound. She had it trimmed but they reach to both sides of her inner thighs and it was maybe an inch or two from her faint panty line. I just wanted to kiss her over and over.Amber: My friends told me that guys didn’t like any hair down there. I went over to my bed and sat down, I was trembling all over. It was asthough I had seen a ghost or something.I buried my head in the pillow and cried. I don't know why I cried, Ihad never seen my Mum, but I suppose I was just shocked at seeing herthings and wishing that I had a Mum to love and be with me.I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew was the roomwas dark and I heard the front door being slammed shut.I got up, unlocked the door and went downstairs. I found my father. Or was it his real character coming through now that he no longer had to hide it? But if this was the real him, then why was he watching a romantic movie with his sister?At one point the main characters were making out on a couch similar to the one they themselves sat on. Suddenly the female protagonist got up and straddled her partner. She fumbled with the guy’s pants and because she was wearing a skirt she was able to simulate fucking him while keeping the movie from becoming X-rated. It was. Steph's only response was to smile, but that was the moment Monica's life became a living hell.It'd started with a general shunning of Monica by anyone who'd enjoyed having a good relationship with Steph. Then the rumors started about her, everything from genital warts to a secret pregnancy by a family member, even alcohol abuse. The quiet persecution wore Monica down until she was a ragged wreck, and then Steph delivered the coup de grace. No one ever proved Steph was involved, but someone.