Then Bracha chilled with her girlfriends at the pool area, and I was in the guest room eating ice cream. I looked over to my right and I saw a familia... face. It was one of my exes named Mercy. She had blonde-hair, caramel-skinned, and a pretty smile. In addition, she was radiant. When we were a couple, I remembered her having a huge sexual appetite. The yellow dress she wore did not disguise her marvelous figure. The one thing I did noticed was she had a little belly, which indicated her early. But worse than that - far worse -was that he was also looking at the results of a bikini waxing Debbie haddone last Thursday! There was no mistaking it. My pubic area was astrimmed and groomed as only the vainest, most pampered woman might have. I'm sure there were also traces of the perfumed powder I dust myself withdown there each morning.But the doctor said nothing, but Lord only knows what he was thinking.The exam concluded and he handed me a fat envelope of brochures andpaperwork that. He jumped and turned to see a policeman looking in. Oh hell, he thought and wound the window down."Are you okay, miss?" The policeman asked. He was in his thirties with fairly well defined muscles."I'm fine," Dan said quickly. He noticed that the man's gaze had slid down to his well endowed bosom.The policeman's eyes ran up Dan's body to meet his gaze, "It's just you look a little lost and I was wondering if I could assist you in any way."Yeah, I bet you do, thought Dan acidly. He knew exactly. For now, we both seemed entirely satisfied with the status quo.San Francisco is a beautiful city, and although Sally had seen it before as a child, she was duly impressed on her return as an adult. San Francisco hotels would exhaust Sally's trust fund in nothing flat, so I invited her to stay with me temporarily in my apartment. I had room. Besides, neither of us was quite through exploring the Joys of Sex just yet.The next several days were taken up with legalities. Control of Sally's family.