She ran a finger along her leg, seemingly absentmindedly. When he didn’t resume, she asked quietly, ‘Something the matter Joe?’ She uncrossed he... legs, and leaned forward a bit, giving him a shot down her loose blouse, past her cleavage to her flat stomach. ‘Joe?’ She stood up, and walked around the desk, slowly, seductively. He scooted his chair in closer to the desk. ‘Joe. Turn toward me.’ Something about her tone told him she wouldn’t accept disobedience. He pushed back, and swivelled to. The on the way to school he turned down a back road. “Suck me Rebecca.” He said as he drove. Rebecca leaned over and got his dick out. She immediately began giving him road head. As she was bent over he reached down her back and slid his hand under her jeans, grabbing her by the ass. “Good job bitch, now lick and kiss.” He told her. Rebecca had been well trained and knew exactly what she was supposed to do. She took the dick from her mouth and wrapped a hand around it as she moved her mouth to. I depilated what I could easily hide away in summer clothing. I shaved myarmpits daily. (My arms were naturally almost hairless.)This past week, I succumbed to a mad urge, and waxed my pubes bare, atwhich my wife raised a skeptical eyebrow. But she bought my explanationthat it was to keep crotch rot away in the summer heat. Besides, sheliked going down on me when I was bare down there, with no pubic hair totickle her nose.Depilating my legs had been off limits so far, since it would have. I always knew who to ask to see when I got to Kane because that person had been in the party of men on horseback who stopped at our place on the most recent trip east. They stopped to say “hello,” to introduce themselves, and to ask again if their wagons could go with us in the spring. They usually spent a day or two with us, recuperating and letting their animals rest. They also usually bought a large quantity of our favorite medicinal herb to take east with them.This year, I introduced them.