Next, she could feel a wet sensation right above her pubic cleft. Was it a disinfectant? She still didn't feel like looking down.A shiver went through... her body as she could feel the sharp blade being held against her skin. She bit her lips, held her breath and shut her eyes, preparing for extreme pain and mutilation... The seasoned granny moved the blade, and sliced off... a couple of hairs of Anna's already sparse blonde bush.The Russian released the air she had kept in, and laughed nervously.. Sent: 08 Aug 2018I'm intrigued. Tell me more... What exactly might I have missed out on?Sent: 08 Aug 2018A fantastic night for sure. I can gather from the view out of your window that you were at the Aria. Easy landmark for a Vegas person. If you had posted that photo on the evening you were there, I might have reached out to see what your plans were for the evening.Sent: 08 Aug 2018And what if my reply had been that I was hitting the town with my husband? Would that have scared you. "Hello Abigail do come in." Beatrice met Abigail at the door with abeaming red-lipstick smile.Abigail is pleased to see that Beatrice isn't dressed for church either.Far from it; she's wearing a black chiffon-crepe skirt that is cutrather high on the thigh, a mauve satin blouse that displays her amplebreasts to best advantage, silky-sheer tan pantyhose, what appear to bemauve suede Louboutin's and at least as much makeup as Abigail. Herdark hair is styled in ringlets around her attractive. I take a large breath and sink to the bottom of the pool. Or is it a bath? I let my mind remain confused. The Greek god I caught staring has turned my mind from reality to pure fantasy. I come back up for air and catch those eyes again. I smile. I swim back to the edge of the bath, taking my time climbing the steps, my wet naked body feeling the sun as goose pimples form from the slight breeze.I return to my resting place in the grass next to the bath, glancing at the opposite end hoping to.