I took a razor and shaved my (fe)male parts. What kind of a women allows herself to be grown in such thick hair? This process again turned me on a lot...and I barelly managed not to play with my newly shiny vagina and penis. When the bath was over and I got rid of the hairs I used some body lotion to make my skin smooth - just like a real woman.I spotted some tampons on a shelf close to me and decided I should find out how is it to have a menstruation. I took my enema bottle and filled it with. He threw off the covers punched the off button and reached for his cane. He got up, unaware of the tears that fell from his wife's eyes because of his latest outburst and limped into the bathroom to empty his bladder.He looked down at his withered member as the stream started and acerbically hollered, "Mariette! Hurry! Come in here. Its itty-bitty just the way you love it. Don't you want to try and make it grow? Remember what the doctor said, 'at first you don't succeed try and try again.'" He. When I got to my bedroom door, she was lying on my wife’s side of the bed, feet dangling off the side, legs spread. Rubbing her hand inside the dampened boy shorts, she said, as she curled her wet finger in a come hither motion, “Come and get it, Gramps!”I sunk to my knees, crawling between her freckled thighs, and buried my face in the silken wetness of her panties. Breathing deeply, I let out a sigh, resigning myself to the knowledge that this had gone too far to turn back. Her scent was. With slow, deliberate moves, she slid her hands over his chest, feeling the fine hairs slip between her fingers. His nipples sprang to life beneath her touch and she reached down to take one of the hard buds between her lips. He gasped as she nibbled on it gently, her warmth teasing him. With her tongue, she drew small circles around the nipple, occasionally giving it a flick and he left a soft moan escape between his lips. She left a trail of kisses across his chest as she worked her way over.