I told her she had to be naked if I were to do this right and she removed her shirt. I could not believe this woman was naked on the table in front of...me wanting me to shave her snatch. My cock was getting hard and my balls were tingling. Sara did not have a very hairy snatch. She seemed to be somewhat wet. I thought what the hell and sprayed the shave cream on my hand and lathered it up and messaged into Sara's brown bush, making sure to brush against her clit several times. I shaved Sara. I welcomed her and thanked her for the soup and got back in my roll.She told me that she didn’t go for a walk as she was making the soup. The soup was good. So we were having a good conversation and it was almost about dinner time. And more than that, she got me dinner too and we had it as in a date.I acted that I was feeling better. Then we went into my room in the AC and were watching an episode of “FRIENDS”. I was wanting to get something exciting to happen. She was in a pony the whole time.. His face was dead serious. His hands were traveling, testing the curves, brushing under my breasts. My summer dress was thin, he might as well of been caressing my bare skin. His thumbs were brave, brushing over my nipples. Well, they’d asked for it, I thought, showing off like they were doing right now for Matt. “Tell me now if you’re not interested,” he said. “Because I’m hoping to get a private show.” I stole a quick glance down. Yes, he was definitely sincere. Jeans don’t lie. Don’t ask me. "Yeah, just some last minute stuff she wanted to confirm. Like how to greet everyone without making Christine feel like she was intruding." Is that all? It felt for a second like things were getting..." She caught herself and let it go. "I'm guessing you got that all ironed out then. How long before they get here?" About half an hour, give or take," I said."Good, then you've got time to take care of the basics before everyone gets here. Maybe you should take a book..."Thirty-five minutes later.