I did, it wasn’t very much but I had some.“I thought girls get hair down there when they get older.” I said making her smile while she walked up...to me.“We do, I get mine waxed because Trevor loves it this way, he can’t get enough of my bald little pussy.” She sighed while she took my hand and started to take me to her room. “If he loves it that way then I need to do that to mine.” I said while we were walking.“Ok, we’ll get that done for sure, I’ll bet your pussy would look amazing like that.”. No salutation nor end line, and nothing on the envelope, either, except his name. Just the damning message, toxic as it was.Johnny's first inclination was to wad the message up and forget it. The thought that Patricia would cheat on him was preposterous — or it would have been up until a few weeks earlier.But the message crystallized some niggling little things that had — up to that point — been bubbling under the surface of his consciousness, nothing he could really point to that would. I'm not sure how to do that. I find myself shy. I do not want you to think bad of me, but somehow, I don't think you will. Just please know I'm giving you more trust than I've ever given anybody. So, if you'll excuse my inexperience, I will try to put into words what I did after we signed off our chat.I lay in bed for the longest, on top of the sheets, just thinking about all the things out there I am denied. I can't go into a sex-shop and buy those toys. I can't get wild in public. I can't. It was so hard. I started sucking it too in the same way I had Fred. I deep throated his huge cock. I licked it from the tip to the bottom of the shaft. He began moaning with each smooth stroke and let big gobs of cum drip in my mouth. I eagerly lapped up every drop! I heard the door open and thought to myself Louis is home. What if he disapproves? What if he is mad? He walked in the room and saw one man pounding the hell out of my pussy. Another with his cock shoved in my mouth. The third guy.