The woman did not shave, but appeared to actually cultivate her pubic hair. From whispers of hair at the belly button, it got fuller and bushier all... the way to her cunt. And boy was I turned on . By now my cock was inching for action.‘You see my problem, Ken. I always come out in the most awful rash when I used to shave – now I just let nature take its course. Problem is most men do no like this’, pointing down to muff . ‘And it and it gets worse’.Without missing a heartbeat she turned. I was not at all miffed that Gil had denigrated my three-thousand dollar suit; he was right, I did look like an undertaker. And my car: it screamed old guy, boring, and unimaginative. So, next stops? Stan's Used Cars and Walmart. But, and then what?I had it! Marge's Dance Studio. It was but three blocks from my office. I passed the damn thing every day. My socialization could start there—maybe.Stan, actually an old high school friend of mine: he the prototypical nerd, me, the other prototypical. He worked for a year, and saved all his money, and finally he had enough to buy the ram he wanted. He worried over that ram every day, working with him, until the ram was like a baby to him. The ram had a habit of running to the small barn he was born in whenever he got loose, if Dan wasn't with him." Ida was speaking, tears in her eyes, and pausing occasionally, before continuing."When Nathan," Ida was weeping while speaking, "got home from working at a nearby farm, he warmed himself in the. Everyone liked that so away we went . After a few beers my wife said we should dance and everyone wanted to be close to her . She wanted to dance with "O" and he was a little leary so I told him it was OK . After the first dance he had the biggest erection I have ever seen , also my wife too , and now they were closer . His cock was poking her in the belly so she reached down , took his cock , and put between her legs .He reached down and took her ass cheeks in his hands and picked her up .