”“No, it wasn’t Vicar John,” she said, “although Mummy says he will have to do it in order to purify me.”“Oh that’s a new one,” l la...ghed, “l wonder how many boys and girls he purifies.”“You make it sound dirty and disgusting,” she said, “it won’t be like that, Mummy said that now Daddy has broken me, Vicar John has to purify me, he’s going to do it on Sunday after the service.”“So it was your Dad that fucked you then?”“It wasn’t what you call fucking,” she protested, “it was something Vicar. The point is, I’m still a goddamn fucking virgin. Why, you ask? Because I live in Lodge fucking Grass, Montana. So what, you think? Have you ever lived in a small town before? Well then, let me enlighten you: everyone knows what color your shit is before you do. I can’t just wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am Julie, the minister’s daughter, without everyone knowing about it! To be completely honest, I was getting a little worried thinking I’d actually have to get married before I got to dip my wick in. “Monu, you can come here,” she called out. I went to the room and saw her in front of the mirror, shaving her eyebrow from the middle of the arch to the corner, then repeated the other one. Then she colored both with a pencil to make perfect high arches. She turned around for approval.“Wow, Sexy!” I said as my dick started rising. I took a step closer and suggested her to trim her sideburns. “You think so?” she said as if agreeing already and gave me a mustache scissor to trim. I trimmed an. I walked behind Diane and began to unzip the dress from the back. I began to slide the dress down, over her slender soft shoulders, down her beautiful back, over her hips, and lastly over her beautiful ass. As it lay on the ground I bent over to retrieve it, Diane stepping out one foot at a time. My face was so close to her ass but I dared not try to kiss it as I normally would.I picked up the dress and folded it neatly on the couch, returning to stand in front of Diane. This time Sir stood.