Oh, silly me. It's not Helen's razor, it's MYrazor. My ladies' razor. I shaved my lower legs and then my thighs andbottom. And perhaps because it was ... ladies' razor. it seemed quitenatural to shave off my male pubic hair. All around mu genital area andespecially my balls. And then (carefully) between the cheeks of mybottom. I was now completely hairless below the waist. I looked down atmy chest. There wasn't a lot of hair there, but I removed it any way.Especially around my nipples. I shaved. He’s coming back, I need to go, you whore. Suck a dick!”She laughed then. “Lick my clit.”“You always loved it!”“You bet I do! Thank you for giving him some pointers. Goodbye, whore.”I just stood there, sort of stunned. I’m sure that Jen meant that she wanted me to help teach him how to act around women, not to take his virginity and play with that thick cock of his. Well, I was on the telephone; I couldn’t really be blamed if what I understood ended up like the worst game of telephone in. Amanda was devilishly good with her fingers. So good that George got the desire to feel those fingers playing a cheerful melody on his own throbbing cock. He sipped again from the whiskey and left the glass on the table. Just seconds later his pants were unbuttoned and his cock was taken out. He was already hard as a rock! The image of his erect cock drew another moan from Amanda. She lied down comfortably on the white leather sofa and continued with a fast masturbation. Her eyes were fixated. I promise.” I spoke under my breath, not wanting our guests to hear what I called you. They probably wouldn’t understand why I called you ‘Daddy,’ and I didn’t feel like explaining. Not wasting any more time, I gave you another quick kiss before returning to our dining room. Dinner started off well. Peter and Danielle were probably our best friends, so having them over was always nice. We talked about work, about the holiday season, a bit of gossip thrown in, and finally happened upon the.