He applied a heavy dose to the hair above his cock, but then applied a light layer to the hair on his balls. He felt a tuft of hair tickle the back of...his hand from near his ass."Should I?" he thought. "Of course," he answered his own question and applied a layer between his ass cheeks. He stood and ran the tub of water as directed. He placed a capful of the clear liquid in he water and watched as it formed a light layer bubbles on top of the water. When the tub was full he got in, and laid all. "Harvey English was a congenial man, just turned sixty. He owned the town's only barber shop, unless one counted the farmhouse kitchens where wives hacked away on husbands and sons. Harvey grew up in Bates; he was acquainted with everyone, knew almost all of them. He was lanky with white, well-groomed hair and a trimmed moustache. Harvey loved a good story and a good joke as he went about his work. There were two bulletin boards in the shop. One hung on the wall where patrons would post things. So she added me and we start talking aise hi hmari batte roj hoti rai phir finally we exchanged our contact no and then we started talking on whtss app and halke halke hum dono bot jada frank ho gae hum kai bar market me mile but as a causal friends and ek din fir humne park me milne ka plan banaya vaha par wo a gai and hamne bot sari bate ki and uske bad we kissed each other on lips and wo garam ho gai but hum park me the so hame alag hona pada and uske bad bhi uski aag shant nai hoi thi to. I did not have to wait long as she was gone in 10 minutes back to the office.Okay, now I can go. Knock. Knock.The only person that could be was the live-in maid. Laura was drop dead gorgeous. Wavy hair with size 38D tits (voyeur I am had checked her bras before) you could fall off of on the way to hell. That's right. She was a blazing red-head and I am sure she was red-headed down below - had to be. But she stayed on the other end of the house when she was off duty. She called it her.