I peek out the window and she pauses for a moment at the stairs then a minute later a knock, the wife answers and brings her inside and shake her hand...and she introduces herself as Mitch. The wife asks if she brought more clothes and she say's yes so the wife leads her off and then returns to tell she she is taking a shower and will put on some casual clothes, several moments later the wife goes and checks on her to decide when to put the hot snacks on the oven. I am reading on the couch. But, I can hear you saying, you need soap for that! True, and I didn't want to use my good soap. So, I had to practice making crude soaps. That stuff was a smelly, evil mess. You start with wood ash, from a fire, and put a screen at the bottom of a barrel. Line that with some straw and then add the ash. Over that you pour some water, and out comes wood lye. Wood lye. Jesus, I ruined two good sets of pants and shirts on that crap, I also got a few nasty burns from it. Anyway, once you have wood. I interrupted damned fast, "DONNA! I am well aware that Carol is my SISTER. I don't need you to remind me of that." By the look on Donna's face, it was obvious that "sister" had not been her next word, and she knew that I knew. I commanded, "There will be NO more conversation about why. I have told you what I want. Do you understand it or not?" Yes, Mark. I'm very sorry," from a VERY contrite Donna.It would've been ironic for Donna to let that piece of information slip, given that the entire. I knew this next section was the sensitive area. That when I ran the blade down the inside edge of her labia I would be stroking her sensitive inner flesh and even bumping her engorged clit. I licked my lips in anticipation and excitement. My own clit was throbbing with every beat of my heart. I reached out and put one hand on her mons, pressing down and up making the flesh of her labia and bit more taught, and opening her slit slightly more. I ran the razor from the inverted U above her clit,.