She then gestured something to her husband, and he left the room. She led me to the master bedroom and told me to lay down. I did so and awaited my ne...t orders."I am going to wax the stubs off of your body so you are nice and smooth for me, got it?" Danielle said.I shook my head in approval and waited there in the chill room until she was ready. She poured a bunch of sticky ointment on various areas of my skin and waxed all of the remaining stubs off my body. About a half hour later, we were. Beep... Beepbeep...Beep... Beep... Beepbeep...I felt somebody's hand. That is the first thing I remember; somebody washolding my hand. Slowly I started to feel sensations - sounds, smells,bright lights. Even though my eyes were closed, I sensed bright lightsall around me. It felt peaceful and serene.I squeezed the hand that was holding my hand and it was like the worldexploded. I heard a woman screaming; I instantly recognized the voice tobe that of my mother. In no time at all there. "You look wonderful in green," I blurted."Thank you," she said. "It's a good color for someone with my -- coloring." Yes." I got quiet, thinking about Molly's 'coloring'."I think she was reading my mind. (It isn't hard to do. I'm a guy.) But she decided to give me a pass, this time.We got acquainted on the way to breakfast, and while waiting to be served at the busy IHOP. Molly was a paralegal in a law office, and was slowly completing course work toward a law degree in night school.Hmmm. I had. You had a shot at my arse and you blew it. Now you just have to watch.” Candice tells Les as he tries to wank himself back to hardness watching her. “This is better than Rosie fookin’ Webster. That little tramp is only good for lickin’ my arse.” Candice says, almost for her own benefit, but notices this has aroused Les more. “Oh you like that, hey you dirty slob? You like Rosie Webster eating out my arse? I’d make the fookin’ bitch lick it inside and out after you shot yoUr dirty load up it, if.