I'd have happily peeled off my dress completely and invited them to join in. But that wasn't part of Cornel's game. He liked to tease. He liked to fir... up the guests, and he liked them not knowing if they were allowed to fuck me or not. So did I. It added to the fun. I was now being led slowly away from the sink, out the kitchen door and over to the dining table. He put his arms around me and kissed me passionately on the lips, forcing my lips apart with his tongue. My whole body tingled and I. "Mmmm nice and smooth," she remarked running her hands over thenewly bald areas. "This is how a lady keeps her arms," she informed me.Next she knelt in front of me and soaped up one leg, then carefully shavedit from my toes to my crotch. This process was repeated with the other legbefore moving to my genitals. After applying a generous coat of lather, shecarefully shaved my scrotum warning, "Hold very still, or you'll become areal woman!" I didn't move a muscle until she was finished.The hairs. That's pretty much is the way things went all the time as I grew up in Saint Louis, but in High School I had girl friends. Mom did work at a gas station and restaurant and she also turned tricks. She was crazy to have sex with black men and even at times women and I would watch every chance I could. I also worked at MC Donald's and in the summer the day shift at Hardy's, both being part time jobs My senior year I came home from work and seen four young black guys come out of our apartment. In and out then out and in. At times I pictured her tongue on me like one of our cats licking at the milk I like to squirt into their faces when I'm milking one of the cows. The sensations inside me felt so good, I never questioned her again when she was doing things I felt she shouldn't do.It took me longer than she wanted for me to do that to her. I just couldn't put my face down there where she peed. Her pouting eventually got to me, and I did it, and I really liked it.Our lovemaking times.