She strutted ahead as she led the way; the beautiful feminine scent of the house enveloped Fenton's senses, ensuring his excitement was perpetuated; h...s balls tingled with anticipation at seeing Hortense once more.The maid stopped, picked a cane from a selection in a huge vase, and whipped out at a kneeling male, who was crouched in a corner by a linen basket, at first unseen by Fenton. The male yelped with a sound which was part pain part pleasure, and then the maid picked a pair of panties. “Really? You shaved it completely bald?” I was blown away by this conversation and was already becoming aware of my own pussy getting wet.“Yeah, smooth as a babies butt. Check it out.” She unzipped her pants and pulled down the front of her panties revealing her nicely shaved pussy. “Go ahead, feel how smooth that is.” I didn’t really need her to tell me a second time, but didn’t want to seem too anxious either. I slowly reached across and lightly touched her with my fingers. As I touched her,. One Saturday, Martin turned up at my house and we went up to my room. He had some presents for me. I sat down as he took out a pair of school girls white patterned knee socks, a pair of sheer white hold up stockings and a pair of satin panties. Martin told me the panties were extra special because they had a hole in the back. I looked at him and i understood. We were alone in the house and I got undressed in front of Martin. I took off my T shirt and jeans and trainers, followed by my boxer. So when Lucia went on there was I on stage as Enrico, the heroine's nasty brother, and there was the audience clapping like hell when I did my big duet with her. Well, I'm sure most of the applause was for her—she was one hell of a soprano back then, though she's since burned out—but I thought I kept up pretty well.And I was hooked.Oh, I finished out my last year, got my degree. I'd come this far, no sense quitting then. But my real focus was on singing; I loved it. Miriam had put up with Lucia.