"No, I don't think so," she said."Huh? What do you mean'" I asked."What you're going to do," she continued, ignoring me, "Is to shave yourlegs." What?..." What?" she said, "Did you happen how your hairy legs look under thenylons? I'm not very happy with that. Shave your underarms while you're atit."I stared blankly at her. I wasn't sure I liked where that was going."Well? Need a written invitation?" she asked, "Use my foam and razors fromthe cabinet. Now get moving, please."Stepping out of the. She winced slightly and almost wimpered. When his fingers slipped under the thong and moved downward to explore the swollen lips of her bald pussy, she was swimming in the syrup of her own heat. One finger slid between the petals and sank inward. Half a sound came out of her throat while her spine arched."That comes from being strong, too," he said as his finger began a short, lazy suggestion of fucking. He leaned close to her face and spoke low and softly. "And you're so strong. Maybe the. I promise, we’ll never speakof it again.”You watch for my reaction, but I just sit there, openly eyeing yourample cleavage.You smile widely, “I take that as a sign you are interested too.” Youslide your chair back, “Come here, and stand in front of me.”I stand up, a bit nervously, then walk over, standing in front of yourchair.You look up at me, smiling, loop your thumbs through the spaghettistraps of your sundress, pulling them off your shoulders. Your ampletits spill out. You cup your full. You aren't no foreigner, but a stranger you be."Thanking her again I sipped coffee with cold biscuits painted with some of the best strawberry preserves ever eaten by man. When done she set my cup and plate on the side board to await the next dishwashing. She took up her lantern and told me to follow. We went through the living room which had a large wood stove which was putting out some deliciously enjoyable heat. We paused while she fed it a couple small logs, then we went up the wooden.