The baby oil really helped a lot, but Amy suggested I just shave it all off since I’d already trimmed it so short, and she really wanted to see what...it looked like. Amy was very logical and made a lot of sense, so I grabbed a disposable razor and with the help of the baby oil as a lubricant, I started slowly, carefully shaving. The closer I got to my balls and base of my shaft, the more deliberate I got, and the more aroused I became. The arousal seemed to actually help with the safety factor. “Do you like that, my dear?” Simone thought rapidly. “Y-Yes ... Sir ...” she answered. “Oh, you naughty girl! How forward you are.” By now, Quentin had got his fingers into the knickers and was beginning to titillate lasciviously. “Do you play with yourself?” he asked. Again, Simone decided to play along. “Yes, Sir,” she whispered. “Show me,” ordered Quentin, “take your knickers off and show me, you naughty little minx.” Flushing with humiliation, Simone hesitated. “I hope you’re not thinking. Shopping went remarkably well. She knows how much I hate it, but also knows how much some stores intrigue me. After all these years, working well together, arriving at some new, wonderful ideas for presents for the kids. An efficient, productive hour and a half out in the awful, harried world of only-two-weekends-left shoppers.Back in our bedroom, hiding our acquisitions. "Will you model them for me?" Her reaction made me think it might happen. I love sex in the afternoon, much, much more than. So I guess I do know how to flirt after all... As soon as we got on the dancefloor, she started grinding on me. She was a good dancer. I thought I was going to pass out, and I was sure my panties must have been soaked through. We were completely drunk, and all over each other, grinding, putting on a show for everyone else. I wanted to fuck her so badly. I asked her if she wanted to come back to my place, and she said yes. We stumbled outside into a cab, and got to my house. We were such hot.