"Wh - what are you doing? God damn that's cold!" Just cleaning you up a little. Why don't you have any hair on your body? Is it some sort of disease?"...No, I use to swim competitively and we used a depilatory to take off the hair. I still do it because it makes me feel cleaner. Don't you shave your - ah - privates?" No, I only trim but I like the look of your hairless cock and balls. Maybe I will try it someday, it does look neater and cleaner."My hands fondling and caressing had his full. We got through the rest of the day and Cindy and I went to our practice room to work on our spring program. The pieces for the hourlong concert were coming along well. The April concert would be a live stream to our patrons from wherever the location was for the intimate concert. No one had told us the venue yet but I assumed it was a private party for the OCS. It made sense that after three months they’d be ready for a little celebration. I’d ask Rachel about it this weekend.We all gathered at. Adam wanted her. He truly wanted her. Dawn sat there deep in thought and truthfully was a little shaken. Yes she had thought about Adam sexually many times but she always assumed it was just a fantasy and she never imagined that he would want her but she now knew, she was wrong. The bulge in his pants she had seen was proof of that.Dawn's sexual experience with boys had been limited and although she was hot and always had a date when she wanted one, she had never gone past giving a boy a hand. Though Mark tried never to draw obvious conclusions, Clete's laxity in bringing the three before the county judge for indictment, plus his refusal to discuss the matter, underscored what he'd feared all along. He hated to believe it, but more and more it began to look as if Clete was in cahoots with the young pushers, though to prove the matter might be next to impossible in Pickford's Meadows, for it was up to Clete himself to present all evidence.The police chief had the Devereauxs on his.