She had always been ticklish, and her underarms were her biggest weakness. She doubled over in laughter and gasped "hey! cut it out!" I stopped tickli...g and began to rub the shaving cream into her skin. She giggled softly at my touch as I coated the area. "Be sure to shave in all directions," she said with an intoxicating smile, "the hair there grows all over the place, and I don't want to see so much as a single piece of stubble left when you're done." I followed her instructions and soon her. Of course all that stuff was in my apartment and she wouldn’t have risked it anyway in her house. She was moaning like crazy, we were both naked from the waist down and the comforter under us was pretty wet by then. Now I happened to look up at about that time and saw E’s mom Abby at the door of that fairly dark room in a long black night gown and bare feet and was looking me right in the eyes and running her hands up to her nipples and pinching them. After getting over the shock of it I. I'm not much of a cook, but it wasn't rocket science to heat up the leftovers from Thanksgiving dinner. I had the day off from work, but Mom worked in a high-end department store, and this was the kick-off of her busiest time of year.The car pulled up in the drive, and I winced at my reaction.I'd come to anticipate those welcome kisses far more than I should have. I knewthat what I felt was wrong, but that didn't change it. Hearing her heels clicking on the porch, I made my way to the front. Please forgive me if I use words of a vulgar nature or the way my composition comes out, I never thought I would write so much in my later years of life and not have good grades in English, so please forgive me if I use slang and it burns your ears, am just being myself. Ever since I could remember my first taste of a woman, I could never get enough, never! I reflect on my past as a journey towards making that one woman mine through the use of techniques that I was.