“No need. I get plucked regularly. I pull every body hair out by the roots! Much more effective! I budget for it, even. Trust me, it’s worthwhile ...or me! Especially for my ass! You were probably a little too heated and busy yesterday to notice, but feel how smooth my butt really is!” Sarah urged me.“Oh, I noticed, trust me! You’re one sleek cutie, though I like that you’re growing back your bush!” I commented on her ginger pubes.Sarah blushed and nodded, “I wanted to show them to You and get. I’m hoping for a contact that can point me to a bookie or something like that, or maybe get me into a good poker game. Barring that, I’d want to work with someone who’s not a lowlife, but might be willing and able to place bets for me at the track.”He shook his head, “Mom is gonna kill you if she hears about this.”“You let me worry about that, I know you’re not gonna tell her.” I said, “So what do you think? Know any decent contacts in that area?”“Maybe.” He said, “Let me think about it, ask. I unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down my legs, where they stuck on my shoes. Genius that I am, I'd forgotten to take them off. Maria just giggled as I struggled to kick them off my feet, and then removed my jeans.As I stood before her in just a T-shirt, boxers and socks, a sly smile came over her lips. I glanced down. The head of my penis was standing at full attention and poking out through the front of my boxers. Embarrassed, I looked back to Maria.But she was already kneeling down in. The concierge pointed them to the nearest church within walking distance.It was actually a Baptist church. It was a bit unlike the Methodist services they attended at home. While Tony did his duty as he saw it and simply held Anita's hand throughout the sermon, this time she was listening.In a Baptist service there is always an appeal to the faithful to come forth and be baptized. You could go to a hundred of them and not see anyone step forth that particular day.Anita pulled Tony to his feet,.