“Not this time; one of the other Sisters helped me earlier,” he stammered. “But, oh Sister Abigail, maybe you can help with something else.”�...Of course, if I can.”“It’s my prick, it’s uncomfortable, and maybe you can help.”It was Abigail’s turn to blush.“I’m not sure,” she mumbled. “Maybe Mother Clare…”“Oh no, please, Sister Abigail, she couldn’t do anything. Only you. Please, just look.”Abigail was not sure about this, but she pulled back the blanket. She couldn’t suppress a little gasp of. “Wives are like that Alan. They like to do things that please their lovers.”Alan felt himself stiffen. “Well if Dawn’s okay with it... ““But what about you Alan?” he asked him. “Do you want me shaving her down there? Do you want me seeing her that way?”“Yes... yes I do.”“Thanks Alan.”“When will you do it?”“Well there’s no time like the present is there?”Bradley handed the phone back to Dawn and she said goodnight. “I do love you, you know.” Dawn As she put down her phone on the bedside locker. This was a sight to behold, she had worn her sari really low waist showcasing her magnificent navel, and her huge boobs were prominent because of their size and contour. Her back was looking breathtaking too since her blouse was a very low cut just covering her bra straps. Her buttocks were protruding making themselves very visible and the sari looked like it just fell from over them to her nice feet clad in a tall pair of stilettos. Thanks to the bright light shining from behind her I could. He wanted her more than he had wanted anything else, to have her he would be willing to forsake everything he owned, just to spend one night with her he would give anything. With an untamed lust burning in his gaze, he watched as she withdrew a towel from behind the bath and began to lightly dab away the remaining drops before turning her back to the forest, giving Trunks a most pleasing view of her full backside as she climbed out of the tub and walked back inside. His eyes followed her.