I come from a very traditional family. The girls are supposed to be well mannered, abstinent until marriage, semi-educated, and ready to get married a... a young age and start popping out babies like rabbits. Now, even though that sounds fabulous! This is in no way, shape or form something that I want. I moved out when I was 18yrs old, only to move back in with my parents when my dad had a heart attack and blamed me for it. My family convinced me to move back in, or I would kill my father (or so. She was naked, with her legs spread high and wide, and some young stud was between her thighs, slamming his prick into Mom's upthrust cunt for all he was worth.I didn't know who it was until Mom moaned that she wanted to get on top. Then, when they turned, I could see it was Terry. My heart was pounding so hard I was afraid they would hear it. Terry fucked her for at least another half hour, making mom cum several times. I came too... into my hand... as I jerked off, watching Terry ram his big. When we were half way across the room I noticed that Phil was once again absent but a woman was behind his desk. I balked and attempted to cover myself. "Don't be shy Karl." Angela said sweetly. "This is Kate, she is a licensed beautician. She has been giving me my bikini trims for ages and she is here to "groom" you." But I thought..." I don't care what you thought, Karl. I'm not going to risk injury to you because of my inexperience. Kate has done thousands of trims and shapings and she is. The bridge narrowed and straightened; the almost translucent nostrils flared with tender elegance.Buffy couldn't see. But oh, she felt.Her head was as bright as the sun. There were no clouds of anguish anymore. A sweet perfumed wind had blown them away. No dark thoughts of fear were left. No stress. No heavy burden of responsibility. She felt free. She just felt like an angel unfurling its wings. Ready to soar over the bright landscape of her inner self.She giggled. It made her body tremble.Ah,.