I don’t care if it hurts. Just put itin slowly. Oh, yes…slowly…AHHHH! I can feel itgoing inside me, David!” I began taking her...asshole,millimeter by millimeter. “UH! It hurts just a little!”“Do you want me to stop?”“No! Please!” she cried simultaneously with a loudbreath. “Just keep easing it like you are. OH! It feelsso big, so fucking big!”I watched the cockhead slowly move into the expandingsphincter, while Beth moaned. He sat up and asked her, ‘Tracey, have you ever shaved your pussy? I know you keep it trimmed but have you ever shaved it?’ She looked at him puzzled and said, ‘No. I have never even thought of doing it. Why?’ He smiled and said, ‘May I shave it? If you don’t like it, it will grow back.’He added mischievously. She bit her lip as she considered his request. She finally smiled and said, ‘yes, you may.’ He got off the bed and went to the bathroom. He returned with a basin of warm water, some. He's good looking, about 6' tall with short brown hair and sweet green eyes. He's a little scrawny, but I don't mind. The attraction is obviously there. But the passion isn't.I'm much more spontaneous than he is. I always have to initiate sex. And I'm always the one who's grabbing him in public, or under the dinner table, or pressing myself into him. I love to surprise him in the morning, waking him up with his dick in my mouth. I try to get him to be a little more dominant, but it just isn't. I was still in my favorite spot, cradled to Beth's glorious breast. I knew she was awake as her hand was softly stroking the hair on the back of my neck. I tightened my grip on her and hugged her. I turned my face up and said "Hello Perfection." Planting a small kiss on the side of her breast as I spoke I nuzzled into her magnificence.Beth looked at me with a raise eyebrow and asked "Perfection? Who told you I was perfection?"I looked up at her face and let my emotions show in my eyes, "How.