It remains so to this day.My grandmother and aunt were fanatical about my remaining smooth andhairless. They felt a complete lack of body hair would e...fect mepsychologically and reinforce my little girl status (they were right!).Each Saturday I had to present myself in the nude to Aunt Elenore fordepiliation. The merest hint of stubble insured that she would repeat theritual established during that first bath night.Shaving legs, underarms and pubic area resulted in way too much hair inthe tub.. ’ Actually she called it that because it had been the first song we danced to in The Cellar Club the night we met. To be honest I can’t remember what was playing, but this song is one track I really don’t like. Then again, maybe that’s because of the memories it stirs up. Funny how some details of that night are still clear in my mind whilst others have been forgotten. It was a small but popular club in the basement of a seafront hotel. On a dreary Wednesday in February though, it was quiet,. I stood there thinking to myself did that just happen, i must attract dirty old men, i finished up washed my hands and left the toilet and made my way to my car and sat there trying to take in just what had taken place.It was then i remembered the card he had placed in my pocket and proceeded to take it out and have a look what it said, it had an address on it not to far from where we had been and the name Thomas on it, that was all a very bland card i thought if he was a buisness man.I left it. The feeling of the lace against his skin was sensual. Scratchy and soft at the same time. Scot put a hand on his cock and gently rubbed. His other silky undies were cool and soft against his skin. They made masturbating gentle and soothing but slow-not what Scot wanted now. He wanted a big cum, like the story, all over. This material was a little rough, not bad, but it was the look in the mirror. Playing with his balls and rubbing his hard cock through the red lace panties while watching.