“Hey,” I spoke up, “could you please use your earphones?” I asked her in a forcefully polite tone that oozed of asperity.“You could have sai... ‘hello,’” she replied, in a heavy African accent, and her voice, comically, reminded me of the impression Eddie Murphy did of a “bush bitch” from his ingenious special Raw ... Yeah, I fuck with that classic shit... I chuckled, initially at her accent, which I wasn’t expecting, and then in utter confusion about what she’d said, and I raised an eyebrow like. They belong to their creators, producers, broadcasters, publishers and distributors, as the works they come from or inspired in way the story written below.I do not have any financial gain through this written piece nor I intend to cash on it. This content is mostly to be seen as a parody work with adult content. I repeat, a parody.With adult content. Because of that, people under the authorized age to see erotic material wherever they live aren't allowed to read this story.Anyone else who. I told her to lay on the bed and sent mom to get a razor and cream and to shave Mel’s bush. Mom worked very intently on Mel’s bush and soon it was gone. She got up and took the gear back and I walked up and admired her handiwork. I ran my hand across Mel’s smooth mound and inserted one finger in her twat, she was pretty tight, I figured all those college jocks would have reamed it out by now. ‘Ever eaten another woman Mel?’ I asked and she nodded yes, a liberated woman!! I told mom to sit on. 5 hour bus ride and tried to fill her mind with the pleasure she would receive, but for some reason, her mind kept returning to the possibility it wouldn't be there. Maybe it was lost in the mail and never to be seen again. Maybe it would take another 2 weeks and she would go back home empty handed again.She remembered opening the box and seeing the envelope she so desperately needed. She almost came on the spot. But she could hardly do that here. She went back to the bus depot and would have.