She was wearing a red satin dress, flowing around her as she swirled around the room, like a butterfly around a rose, arms outstretched, her hands mov...ng as graceful wings through the air. Her head backwards, eyes closed, soft garnet strands of hair flowing down her shoulders as she danced. He felt an unmistakable fire rush suddenly through his entire body – now was the moment he had waited so long for. She didn’t hear him because she was totally engrossed in the fantasy of the music and her. Over all, she didn’t mind her shape and form at all, and knew that more then one guy approved as well. Tonight was Halloween, and some friends she knew from school had invited her to a party. She didn’t know very many people in town, being that she had just transferred to this school from one down south. She was looking forward to meeting a few people, and having some fun. Gillian stepped away from the mirror, and turned to the bed. On it was the costume she had worked hard to come up with, and. He separated my ass cheeks and slowly began applying the Anne French there. The smell of the stuff was nauseating as I stood there not moving. He then proceeded to shave my cheeks which were just starting to grow a beard. After shaving twice he began washing off the hair removal cream with warm water. I began feeling tingly as all the little hair on my body began to slowly come off with the spatula. Soon I was as hairless as a newborn baby. He stood back and pulled me in front of the mirror in. Since her housemates were home today this occasion needed music. Sam’s radio had a Sex Pistols cd in it. Not perfect but I was too pent-up to care.As the music played I slowly began to caress and slide my hands all over Sam’s body. Kissing her belly and moving up to her face. She moaned slightly through her gag. My left hand slowly moved south and finally landed on her pussy. I began caressing gently but quickly picked up the roughness. Sam squeaked as I shoved my fingers hard against her.