She looked me up an' down."Damn, girl, you got a li'l jungle goin' on down here," she said. "Lemme get the scissors an' razor out an' get yo' coochie ...leaned up the way Mista Gantner likes it."I was shocked that she was actually gonna shave my coochie bald for that white man. She snipped the hairs short with the scissors an' put shavin' cream all over it. She got the razor an' shaved it smooth. Afterwards, she soaped my whole body up an' washed me with a cloth. It was kinda embarrassin' bein'. I dont mind, it feels good and I even let him slip one of the bigs hand down on my back. I laugh at my self when I actually feel that this older man is starting to squeeze me harder, pushing in his leg in betwwen my legs now, naturally rubs my clit and warm me up. Changing partner again and again its the lame shy Bud. Missing Bob out a bit I decide that I want to dance a bit faster so I cet closer and helps him out with the dance. We dance and I suddenly feel him respond more actively. He. No phone, no computer, just we two and the scenery." You're leaning toward the island then?" Please! Complete solitude. Isolation. Beautiful surroundings. Solar powered everything. A freezer full of gormet meals. I even get to cook, naked under an apron, like the old days." Sold!" There really is no use my arguing with her. Outside of business, she usually gets her way, and generally I love it. Bitch mode leaves no options.The floatplane pilot let me handle the takeoff. Pilots recognise each. Initially she seemed a little hesitant or surprised at his move toward her and the kiss. That hesitation however, lasted only for a few seconds as she wrapped her arms around him and got seriously involved in swapping spit with Bob. Her mouth was open and her tongue was seeking his.When the kiss ended, she put her head on his shoulder and said, "I don't know why I suggested scrabble. This is more enjoyable."Terri moved to kiss Bob again and she felt his hand cup one of her breasts. She knew her.