When she returned, she was carrying a towel over her arm and had a pan of warm water, a can of shaving cream and a Lady's safety razor and a pair of s...cissors in hand. She asked me to remove my shorts and panties had me sit on a bench with my legs spread.She picked up the scissors and proceeded to cut my pubic hair as short as she could before she moistened my crotch with a wet hand cloth before applying the shaving cream, and then taking up the razor, and proceeded to shave my crotch. I am 18 years old, I have dressed before but never seriously, and down the street from me lives a woman named Sarah. She is the mother of a very wealthy family and just radiates control and success. Ever since I had seen her, this story has played over and over again in my mind. So here it is. I woke up and the weather couldn't have been nicer. The sun was shining and so I decided to put on my favorite pink lace thong under my normal clothes before going for a nice morning walk. As I walked by. .. there were just tears in me that I needed to get out. I stopped crying after about fifteen minutes and just sat there with my eyes closed. I don't know how long I sat there on the bed ... maybe an hour. I slowly became aware that I wasn't alone in the room and opened my eyes.There, kneeling before me and looking at me in silent adoration was Samantha, Jane, and Maria. I looked into their eyes and started crying again. The rushed to me to comfort me. When I regained my composure, I hugged and. But my sister always ask me to get out after some times so I will be coming out.As my sister friend I use to call sharmila also as my sister only and she too treat me as her brother only. Everything happened after the shopping – one day on Sunday my sister and sharmila started to go for a shopping and my mom asked her to take me along with them because for their safety first they refused and my mom whispered something in my sister ears and she accepted to take me along with them for shopping..