"Indeed, I must give it some thought," she replied before giving me a searing kiss with tongues before darting back into the living room.'Well, this c...uld be interesting, ' I thought before bidding the two girls goodnight and heading upstairs, only to find Jan had slipped into bed and off to sleep before I could deal with my excess lust.The following morning I was up bright and early before Jan and had sorted myself out when she emerged looking a lot more refreshed than last night."Sorry my. I shyly turn away. In a round about way, I wanted this guy. I was years his junior, but what the heck. Him having a younger women, my age, would probably be a notch on his belt. Not to seem as if a slut, I head to the rear bathroom. On my way, I place my hand on Maxwell’s shoulder as I pass. I secretly hope he got the message. After entering the bathroom, I close the door, and wait for him to hopefully join me. With only so much room in this cramped space, and no knock from him, I go to exit. I couldn’t stand it another minute, so at the suggestion of Amy I began to trim my pubic hair as short as I could with scissors. That helped, but I still itched, so I applied as much baby oil as I could without dripping all over the floor. The baby oil really helped a lot, but Amy suggested I just shave it all off since I’d already trimmed it so short, and she really wanted to see what it looked like. Amy was very logical and made a lot of sense, so I grabbed a disposable razor and with the. Hugh’s touch was all heat, it was only his voice that was chilling. ‘Uhhh. I’m sorry, Marylou. I didn’t mean to . . . oh, damn. Umm, sorry. Oh, I’m such a klutz.’ He had to hold Marylou up with hands on both of her arms. She was sagging at the knees. ‘Yoohoo, Mr. Preston,’ a high, trilling voice soared from the front of the store, just barely out of sight from where Hugh and Marylou were standing. ‘Has that calico cloth you promised me come in yet?’ ‘I do believe so, Mrs. Belsam. If you’d step.