You can stay here. Can’t he, Jane?” “Of course. We’ve got the spare room. You can sleep in there.” “I don’t want to put you out,” I ...eplied. “Don’t be stupid. That’s what friends are for,” said Jane. Bob and I sat chatting, while Jane made up the bed in the spare room. “All done Bob.” “Thanks, Jane. I appreciate this.” “Not a problem. What time do you want waking up in the morning?” “It doesn’t matter. I’ve got a couple of days off work.” “You can stay here until you sort something out,”. Mom and Dad never said a word. We brought back fish for the table, though, and that may have helped.Those nights in the tent, with our sleeping bags zipped together and lying under us like a thin mattress, were wonderful. Some nights were hot, but we didn't care, reveling in the sweat dripping from one of us to the other as we lunged and writhed against each other, seeking sweet release. We experienced the kind of life the pioneers had, intentionally not lighting the lantern, and going to bed. She especially noticed that Sharon’s pubic hair was trimmed in the shape of a heart. ‘You’re staring at by bush or lack of it, aren’t you?’ asked Sharon. ‘A friend of mine shaved it for me years ago and I just keep it trimmed. Ted is crazy about it. He really goes wild when I let him lick it. Do you like it?’ ‘Yes, I do.’ Ashleigh replied, blushing furiously. ‘I think it’s adorable.’ ‘Maybe some day you’ll let me shave yours.’ Said Sharon, as she reached into the drawer near her and extracted a. I am reading on the couch waiting and a waft of moist air travels across my face as Mitch nuzzles my neck then walks around in front of me, I am ready for some snacks now that I am clean and relaxed but I pause for a moment (her early 30's body is tight and toned- Yum!) and tell her how nice she looks fresh and clean, Thanks she says with her moist short hair with shorts and a t-shirt she takes my hand to go in the kitchen. We sit on stools and take bites of snacks and the wife says You guy's.