"Have you ever considered marriage Burt?" she asked."Not really Blanche", he replied. "I'm pretty independent; I like to be able to move around withou... any problems. Like sometimes I just finish at the club and jump in the vehicle and go up North to a seaside town I like or travel south to explore some of the national parks, one can't do that if one is married. I certainly have female friends, but that is what they are – just friends"."Oh! The reason I asked", she smiled "I heard that there was. What I was left with now was a triangle of hair that started just above my clit. To tease Tiffany, and myself, I shaved around the triangle, shrinking it by maybe half an inch in every dimension. Then, I did it again. I continued to trim in my bush, rounding it off as I went, until all I was left with was a tiny, round patch of hair about an inch above the top of my slit. Everything else was bare. Tiffany, when I looked up at her, was working her crotch even more furiously. Her mouth was a. "He thought about it for a moment, the put out his hand."You're on mate," he said laughing, "I know just the company that'll do it." Brilliant Fred," mum said. "Who is it?"Fred laughed and poured us all another drink."Dunno luv, I haven't formed it yet."We all shook his hand.We found out that Fred was a widower and now that he was going to be kept busy throughout the winter, he asked mum if she'd be interested in some part time work in the pub, she got embarrassed and looked a bit uncomfortable. As I’ve said before, I suppose that one of them getting pissed at a sister-wife would be like my right hand being pissed at my left.After mulling over the things that had happened today, he pulled the sheet over everyone and slipped under himself. A moment later, someone snuggled into his arms, but he was too near sleep to wonder who she might be. It didn’t make any difference, anyway. He loved them all, and now he was going to have yet another wife. He thought about Diana’s insistence about.