"I'm taking out all your thick wiry hairs andleaving the thinner hairs so your eyebrows will look much morefeminine in style and weight. Those are the...ones that hurt the most."After around 20 minutes, she finally moved onto my other eyebrowleaving the recently plucked eyebrow smarting and feeling red raw."Now I know what a plucked chicken must feel like," I said as sheinflicted pain after pain on my other eyebrow's hairs.With both eyebrows plucked roughly done, she then concentrated onmaking. So, I pretended that she was asleep and fucked her for a good twenty minutes before shooting off.“Mmm. You’re cumming! It feels so nice,” she said without opening her eyes. I think she’d been pretending to be asleep.When I finished, I rolled over and pulled Alison on top of me. Her long hair fell down along my arm as she laid her head on my shoulder.After a few minutes, she said, "If you don't spend the night with me, I'll be really upset."“Wild horses couldn’t make me leave you.”“Mmm. That’s. I ran a hand over my arm, then over the breasts that now came out of mychest. I was startled by the fact that I could actually feel my fingersalong my skin, as if actually was my own skin, though a little softer andsmoother. Even the weight of the breasts hanging from my chest didn'tfeel as though it came from a suit, but as if they were actually a partof me. I could even feel my fingers running across them, touching mysensitive nipples.As if all of that wasn't enough to convince me of the. I took pity on her. "How far do you live?" Few blocks away," she pointed to the direction of my house."You shouldn't try to bike with your bad foot. Let me walk with you back." Thanks, Henk." We walked pushing our bikes. In the 10 minute walk I got to hear her story. Never married, lost her boyfriend to a terminal disease, 2 out of wedlock daυghters, 6 grandchιldren. 6 months no sex. She got to hear my story. 35 years old, married for the second time, no k**s. We got to her home, a cosy row.