I wanted to have the weekend free from school work. Afterwards I went to take a shower and get ready. While showering I noticed that I needed to shave...my pubic area. I like the way it feels and looks with no hair. I have had no complaints from the few women I have dated. When I finished showering, I went to get dressed. I chose a blue pin stripe dress shirt with a blue striped tie. My trousers are charcoal gray with pleats topped off with a pair of black wingtip shoes. It was a quarter to six. Did I mention Allison wasn't some tiny little petite thing? Well her sister was no different. When she pulled I moved, not that I resisted a whole lot, I'll have to admit. Her legs came up and wrapped around my hips and the lips of her pussy enveloped the sides of my shaft as it was pressed up against my belly."You could leave me," she whispered as she looked up at me."No I couldn't," I groaned. "I could never leave you." I'm pretty sure I meant to say "leave you here," but somehow that's not. If I can just get your attention now and then ... you know ... to ask questions, and see what you think about things ... I think it would be okay then.”“Okay,” he agreed. “Put the Johnsons with Dusty and Billy. Don’t give them three hands, or there’ll be one for each girl. Those two will behave themselves. Put Kaye on a tractor, cutting the first season’s hay. That will keep her out of everybody’s hair except Frank, who’ll have to supervise her. He’s probably too old for her tastes. Rufus will. He was still talking to them as we kissed the kids good-bye and hustled out the door. “Let’s go before they get nervous,” I said.We were directed to the limo, and tossed our bags in the trunk, alongside two other large suitcases, presumably belonging to Joe and Marie. Joe was a big beefy guy who looked like an Italian Mafia hitman, but I knew the State Department wasn’t hiring thugs, so he had to be smart. Marie had that serious professional look I’ve occasionally seen in businesswomen who.