Thoughts turned into fantasy. Fantasy turned into obsession. Now all I could think about was the next time I saw her, I would have a surprise for he....She agreed to meet with me at my townhouse once again the following week. I made her dinner and we polished off a bottle of wine. Sitting on the couch, we cuddled while watching TV. I started caressing her leg and arm. I could tell she was a little uneasy and I asked her if anything was wrong. She was still a little afraid that I was. I was just telling the manager about you. We’re getting ready to launch a new ad campaign for the shop – print and web ads, that sort of thing. I think you’d be just perfect for the photos.”“Gee,” said Olivia shyly, “I don’t know, I’m not a model or anything.”“Well, you’re beautiful enough to be one. I think you’d look very natural on camera. We’re shooting this weekend, won’t you come, please?”Olivia hesitated. “Well, OK, I guess.”“Awesome!” Claire took Olivia’s number and then, noticing that. " Its not that," I sniffled. "Its just, its just I get so tired sometimes. Being what I am I mean."They both hugged me. Sue spoke first. "What you are is a friend. I'm sure that you are very lonely at times. But come back here. You will always be welcome."They drove me to the landing pad. Pat and Mike were there. Pat hugged me and kissed me. "Be careful damnit." Mike handed me a heavy cooler."That should keep you going." At my startled reaction he continued. "We just had a hasty blood drive for. She saw her mum’s new razor. Perfect. She sat back down and carried on demolishing her forest. The razor sensually slid across her skin. It was then that she noticed a little button on the handle. She pressed it, curious as to what it did. The razor started to vibrate. She let out a little giggle of amazement. Claire continued to shave off her garden until she was completely smooth. The sensation of the vibrations had aroused her even more. Wanting to see her freshly shaven pussy in all its.