After some debate, we agreed upon thename, Amy.Now began the transformation. We shaved my armpits and the fuzz on mylegs. Boy, that felt strange but...nice and made my skin feel reallysmooth. We didn't have to worry about my beard or chesthair since Ididn't have any. Then she pierced my ears, inserted studs and taughtme how to take care of them to prevent infection."Now, we have to do something about those eyebrows, the fuzzy look isout!"When she finished plucking my eyebrows, she washed my. ." Oh, God, that's another thing." I said, not really thinking about it but needing to vent. "I keep striking out with girls. I don't know what's wrong with me, but..." Wait, wait..." She stopped me. "Hold on a second. What do you mean you keep striking out? Didn't you just take that one girl, Stacy, out last night?" Um...yeah." I admitted lamely. "Yeah, I did, but..." But what?" emma asked. "That doesn't seem like striking out to me."I shrugged, not having any idea about what to say. I. But the biggest sexpot of all has to be Erica, the 60-year-old blonde lady that lives on the other end of the street. She’s a retired sexual ther****t and I think she was more than hands on in her work the past forty years. Her husband died years ago when we first moved in here, and she’s had plenty of suitors ever since. It seems like all the single males in Dubuque over the age of thirty have been with her at one time or another. She’s a very nice lady, but she also has a reputation as a. I spread my legs a little, and he ordered, “Wider.”I heard my pulse in my ears as I parted my thighs further. He moved to stand between my spread legs, looking down at me. He was hard again, his prick jutting skyward through his open fly, proud and fully erect.I stroked myself, letting my fingers wander to dip inside before tracing upward again coated in the evidence of my overwhelming desire. I smoothed the silky wetness over my clitoris, into the short, neatly trimmed strip of hair on my.