Periods or menstruation, does draw one closer to ones vagina, pleasure for a week, then pain and cramps, then two weeks of naughty thoughts, and one w...ek into the later, naughty thought cycle, I asked daddy about pubic hair, not his, but my lack off any.He smiled warmly as any man would, when confronted by a girl wanting to talk about a subject so close to her secret lips, 'Why do you want pubic hairs Mariel'?'To shave', I replied. What I really meant to say was I wanted to draw attention to. For his drink, he worked as hard as any, but come night, it was said their bed reeked but remained un-blooded.Months passed. The news to mention was heavy with sorry. Sheila died in childbirth. Eleanor told me in confidence, at church. I longed to visit her home again and console her at length, but she warned me away. “Grady went on a rampage. I fear Sheila’s grandfather. If the two meet, Grady will be the one without a gun. My oldest sulks in the woods and yells at me and his brothers, even. Her hands massaging my breasts, her thumbs stroking back and forth across my nipples. I was moaning and arching my body up into her hands and kiss. She began to nibble on my tits, I gasped, feeling the jolt go from my nipples straight to my pussy, further opening my floodgates. I could only imagine how wet I would look to her, I knew her destination and I wanted it. I wanted a woman, to lick my pussy. I wanted her to tease and kiss my clit. I wanted her to make me climax. I wanted to be a. Such pleasant thoughts were best set asideuntil nighttime, when I was able to attend to them as all men do attimes, when no one is around to see. I resumed devoting my attention tothe spreadsheets on the desk, trying to figure out why Clare had postedsome paid bills to direct supplies, others to office supplies and stillothers to general supplies. To me, they were all supplies! I marked theitems to go over with Joey. Joey? Where was he? He should have stoppedby to help me by now.I texted his.