“Ow, stop that,” I managed to say, with a little more clarity.“Yes, Sir. He’s conscious. Yes, he hit his head pretty bad. No, he hasn’t move.... I landed on top of him, and I haven’t moved to let him up,” she said.Her part of the conversation, was the only part I could hear.“Sandy, you don’t have to tell him all that,” I told her, feeling ever more pain, and embarrassment.She scooted back some, and leaned against the porch. The tight feeling in my chest vanished as she lifted off of me. Looking. He had really hated constantly being the smallest guy in his age group. On the other hand, his parents weren't all that happy, since he was constantly outgrowing all of his clothes."Hey Daniel." Sam responded with a smile, nodding his head. He could tell that Daniel was drunk by his slurred speech and uncoordinated movements."Seeing as your folks are gone for the weekend, we sorta decided to have a small get-together here." He gestured back to the Weir home with his head. "Nick and Ken left. ?One of the others begins to apply shaving foam to your wet mound,covering all your remaining hair in the thick white foam.? A fourth priestess approaches with a cut-throatrazor, the sharp blade reflects the torchlight, shepasses it over your pussy before lowering it to your flesh.? Running it through thefoam, leaving smooth skin in its wake.?The razor continues to glide over your pussy, slowly taking the hair awayfrom around your sensitive flesh.? As the razor makes its final stroke. She had experienced almost every position and kinky sex act known to science and knew some tricks that she could have patented if she knew the process.Her spouse of some forty years had recently passed peacefully in the middle of the night reading a terribly boring book written by some Russian poet. She had tried to interest him in her writing now and then and all she got in response was a studied, "Well done, dear!" and a return to his television program. She certainly didn't read any of the.