We had a pretty close relationship and she rarely kept anything from me. I just assumed it was another silly fight with her friends or a disagreement ...ith her boyfriend. My husband, Craig, was out of town so dinner would be just Erin and I tonight. I didn’t really feel like cooking and decided I would just order a pizza for us to share. “Erin? How does pizza sound for dinner?” I yelled up the stairs. There was no answer so I climbed the stairs and gently knocked on her door. “Erin? Did you. "He then squeezed them in to his fist. His grip tightened on her hair, causing her to yell in pain. He slammed to cloth into her mouth, gagging her. Her eyes widened as she tried to spit them out. He chuckled, "Much better..."He ran his finger down her back, wrapping them around her round bottom. He moved his hands back up to her hips, where he gripped them easier. He then slid into her, inch by inch. She struggled, only causing her inner muscles to spasm in pain, giving Renoir pleasure.He. Julie was correct. By the beginning of the summer, Dusty's development had begun. It was gradual to be sure, but at least it was noticeable. She now actually needed to wear a bra and she truly did fill the "A" cups of it. With her facial beauty, the existence of breasts made her outward appearance that much more stunning. Only Bob was privileged to see the increase in her pubic hair as well. Not quite blond in color, it was very, very fine, extremely soft, and not terribly dense, but it had. Besides having a girl stripping me was a big fantasy I always had. With that I felt the hot wax, the pressure of the strip, and a sudden jerk. The pain reached up to my heart, but oddly had a warming sensation that calmed me. My body was relaxing even though I was lying naked on a table with four women ripping the hair from my face, legs, and pussy. After that treatment, and after they rubbed my down to make sure I didn't get large red patches, they put my clothes back on and wheeled me to get.