Betty was wearing light cotton slacks. Tim abandoned his bag of popcorn and while still using his right hand on both of his cousin's bare breasts he r...ached between Betty's legs with his left hand, touching her ever so gently on the material hiding her pussy.She moaned softly as Tim's hand gently massaged her between her now spread legs. She moved her hand from his thigh but instead of grabbing his cock she put her hand on his left thigh allowing her forearm to rest on his erection.It isn't her. She slid the razor down the length of my stretched cock column, and then she denuded my testicles before shaving the pubic hair triangle at the base of my stomach. All the while holding on to my foreskin and stretching my minute cock to its limits. It was a nerve racking experience, not at all erotic. I was relieved when she let go and washed my nether region.Once dry and out of the shower she had a close look at her handy work.“You look pre-teen, pre-pubertal without any pubic hair and your. Her anger was awakened because of the abuse these women displayed. Everyone of them had bruises and welts. The ones that were pregnant werealmost in worse shape with bruises across their abdomens and backs.Jeri could not understand such extreme abuse of another individual muchless a woman. Growing up Jeri always recognized that it was her motherthat gave her birth. It was she that had nursed her, cleaned her, andtaught her to read and write. When her father had died, her mother hadgone to work. Particularly ones with a criminal record for rape, albeit a record destined to be destroyed on my eighteenth birthday.Following my recent harrowing experiences at sea, when I had saved a rock-star and his entourage from an assorted bunch of predators, I had acquired a taste for being well thought of. This weakness, a desire to be popular-to be seen as a "hero"-had already caused me to try and make amends for some past misdeeds, to deal leniently with several women who probably deserved harsher.