She thought the father was a lawyer and he worked for one of those government agencies with alphabet soup initials that she was totally unfamiliar wit...h because she stayed away from most government offices whenever possible.The boy was one of the older troop members and he was particularly quiet and usually only talked when somebody asked him a direct question that could not be avoided.He was an agreeable young lad with a strong frame and outstanding upper body strength developed from daily sets. ‘Ohhh – Mrs Milton!’‘Do – do you want me to do something for you, Judy?’ My fingers were resting on her pussy lips, and I could feel the heat from her.In response, Judy turned her head towards me, looking excited and ashamed at the same time.‘I’m sorry, Mrs Milton - Ruth, I – I can’t seem to help it…’Judy’s legs opened wider, and my fingers found her engorged clit. I shouldn’t be doing this, I thought to myself, but how could I not? Her lips, surrounded by her soft pubic hair, were swollen with. She looked down and saw that she was clad in a red sequined evening gownthat was split to the thigh on one side. The dress had been rucked upexposing her legs clad in what appeared to be expensive hosiery; a pair ofblack satin panties hung from one ankle and her feet were clad in redhigh-heels.It still didn't feel quite right. She let go of the pistol and rubbed thesmall sting on her inner elbow; it itched.She summoned all her efforts and was able to sit up. Nausea and vertigoimmediately hit. It said to leave it on for eight minutes if I wanted it toremove hair beneath the surface of the skin. After three minutes itstarted to tingle. After five minutes it started to burn. At sixminutes, the burning was more than a little uncomfortable, and at sevenminutes I thought my skin was on fire. Right as the timer on my watchhit eight minutes, I stepped back under the shower and vigorouslyscrubbed with my loofa. I was amazed at how immediate the relief was,but even more shocked at how smooth.