I don’t know how much I cared about his discovering us either. Not really.It was a Saturday that events took an odd turn. The old man had gone out g...lfing that morning, with an early tee time. He spent some time, a lot of it I guess, at the nineteenth hole after completing the round. It was mid afternoon before he made it back to the house in his normal condition, he was soused.As was his custom, he went upstairs to his bed before passing out. When I came home from shooting hoops with some of. I didn'treally know what she meant by that.She had me lie face down on her table. She then proceeded to coverone area after another with hot wax, press in strips and rip themoff, and move on.Soon it was time to flip over and the fun really began again.With no delicate way to say it having my tender genital area waxedwas difficult but I persisted.Once my body was done she started in on my face. My whole beard areawas gone over even though I had shaved earlier. Then she said notquite done. Gertrude does all she can to stop laughing at the expression on his face, as Nhoc tries to cover himself up. “Bonjour, Monsieur Nhoc. It’s me, Gertrude.” “Er, bonjour…What are you doing here?” “Sorry, I have been following you because you look so lonely.” “I am lonely.” “Wait then,” says Gertrude. She sits down in front of him on the mossy ground then lays back, pulls up her skirt and opens her thighs wide. A patch of bright sunlight falls on her short wispy blond pubic hair. Her magical lips, tongue, and throat did wonders on my throbbing tool. She has a remarkable way of making it feel like a tight pussy engulfing me.The chick by the pool must have been having an orgasm: she stopped bouncing on his cock and threw her head back, her hair slapping against her back. She just sat there, motionless, on his piece for a minute before getting up. She said something to the guy and he stood by the diving board. This was the first time I could see his fully erect penis, and.