I coated my pubic hair in pink foam and started shaving. I wasn't afraid. Bad girls didn't get afraid. We acted. We took what we wanted.We shaved our ...pussies to be wicked, wanton sluts.I groaned as the razor raft across my sensitive vulva. I tingled from my orgasm, getting rid of the pubic hair only made me feel more and more sensitive down there. When I turned on the faucet to wash away the foam, I almost came again. It was so intense. I held my pussy against the flow of water, feeling it. Down your shirt I go, undoing button after button. After I have finished, I draw you close and kiss you again. Reaching towards your collar bones, I put my palms on your shoulders, and running my hands over your smooth skin, I push your shirt off of you and onto the floor.You are not wearing a bra. Looking down between us, your already erect nipples brushing against my chest, you run your hands up and down my waist. I shiver, and we smile. You pull my T shirt out of my Levi’s and pull it over. She had her arms out and legs open, "Come on, I have a surprise for you."I got on my knees and paused, "No, lube," I thought.Dot told me to hurry again, so I put the head of my dick inside her. I didn't want to hurt Dot. Gingerly I eased into her."Push," Dot yelled.Dot lifted her hips, "Surprise."Dot was wet. Wet enough, my dick slid in effortlessly, "Now fuck me good and hard," she ordered.It was a different Dot beneath me. Dictating how she wanted to be fucked. She wrapped her legs around me. George had finally uncovered a fragment of a message header that Lovell had transmitted while transiting the 10 Ceti System. The scout’s communications officer had been running a diagnostic program at the time, and the message had not been deleted from the Martian’s workstation queue when Luisa had tried to erase it.“It makes sense in a way,” George put in. Aaron switched his gimlet gaze to him, and he shrugged uncomfortably. “Send someone through the wormhole with a badly damaged ship, and.