Taking my knikers off i noticed there was only about 8 woodlice on them, which meant the others were still inside me. Sitting down i tried to pee some...more but only 3 more popped out. Panic started to set in as mum called out "you ok Sarah", "yea i'm fine mum, just going to take a shower".I undressed and stepped into the shower and unscrewed the head, it's no good i thought i will have to try and flush them out. Pushing the pipe inside i slowly turned the water on, oh wow!! i loved it. I stood. He helped me to my feet and I looked in the general direction that they had been looking in but Paul and Ron had been distracted as a young lady was walking past us. I said to Ron where’s your wife then, oh sorry dear he said turning back towards me and putting his arm around my waist, she’s over there lifting his arm to point as his other hand slid down to my naked bum, I looked at him quizzically about the position of his hand cupped on my bum cheek( I thought cheek of this bloke a couple of. Without even thinking about his nakedness she walked around the couch and pulled him into her arms and hugged him. "It's alright honey, no need for you to be sorry or to cry. In fact I'm the one who should be apologizing for spying on you." She could feel his naked skin against her and then she felt his hard cock pushing against her leg and she just couldn't resist the temptation any longer. With a sigh and the memories of her late husband, she kissed the boy's cheek then reached down and began. Bess handed Anne the razor and showed her how to grip it with the handle between her fingers, rubbed some more soft kitchen-fat soap on the boy's other cheek, and then stood back. "Now girl, stretch his skin like I showed you and then slide that blade right down his face. Don't take off his ear. Hold it gently; not too tight." She chuckled, a deep rumble, and Billy smiled at her. His beard was dark and heavy, like the curly hair on his head and, like many black Irishmen, his eyes were.