Several come to mind, in one a male reader posted a letter saying they allways in the summer shaved their pubic hair, this stuck with me and I was mor... often than not hairless "down below." It was then an odd thing to do but just felt right. Once I was in my room with a new mag and stripped off naked gently wanking to it, well I needed some tissues or something and stood up and stretched over to get the box from the table. The mag had a "one for the ladies" pic in every issue of a naked, well. "Again," the Coyote repeated, "I thank-you for your cooperation. I hope a silver piece each was sufficient for your modeling services."Shaasta looked puzzled, "Modeling services?" Yes indeed. Look," she held up the drawing pad, and the girls gave a collective gasp at what they saw. While they were busy kissing the sea otters, this Furling managed to hammer out an impressively accurate sketch of the three girls; or more specifically, an impressively accurate sketch of the girls' severely. Now we chose a church nearby for our ceremony, and to make it extra special for Helen, i paid for a top class room at the local hotel for her to stay in for the night, before our wedding, and eagerly she left with all her bags and her white dress that afternoon.So, there we were, my bride to be in her fancy hotel room on the eve of our wedding, and me at home just trying to not get to excited and nervous, except for i wasn't home alone, no. There was also, Amanda.Amanda was Helen's daughter. She and Vicky actually looked like sisters, instead of being mother and daughter. They were the same 55 in height, and were exactly the same weight. Their incredible bodies were a perfect match, almost like twins. The only real difference between the two of them was that Yvonne had a long, thick mane of golden blonde hair, versus Vickys coal black version. Both Sheila and Vicky had inherited their beautiful, sensuous faces, luxurious hair, lush bodies, and their tight, fleshy lipped, maximum.