" Thank you," Ethan replied automatically, not sure of how else to respond to a statement like that."Would you like that?" she further asked after dra...ining her drink and wiping a drop of liquid from her lips by running her outstretched tongue across them. "Would you really like it if I just ate you up?"Without giving Ethan a chance to answer, Carolyn leaned over far enough so that the young man could have a much clearer look down her dress. From that vantage point, he could see the edges of her. Priya: tumhe pta hai hmare clg main party hai or main usme dance kr rhi hu.Main: waah kya baat hai fir to bahut mja ayega.Priya: ha yr. but ek problem hai.Main: kya?Priya: yr usdin clg buses nhi jayegi or main kaise ja paugi vo sirf hamare dipartment ki party thi isliye buses nhi jani thi.Main: to kya hua tum mere saath meri bike pr chle jana thodi der baad vo maan gye.Priya: ha ye theek hai main tumare sath chli jaugi or aajaugi.Main: ok g. dance ki prectice kr lo.Priya: ok tum mere bahut. "You washed my dried cum off, didn't you?" No!" I responded, beginning to sob. "I-I would never w-wash it off without your say-so!" I think she's telling the truth," said one of the other boys. "I can't anything, but she smells of dried jizz!" Th-thank you!" I replied, falling to my knees in supplication, grateful that he had validated me. My reward? This unknown boy stepped forward, pulled down his pants, gripped my hair in both hands, snd began fucking my terrified mouth. He knelt on the. Sigh.The result has been a certain amount of grief from my wife and twenty-something daughter, who have both teased and taunted me about getting my back waxed for several years. Needless to say, this has been a notion that I never considered seriously, a complete non-starter. To be honest, I have always considered my hairy chest to be a manly attribute. My wife tells me that she enjoys my chest hair, and her only complaint is that when she rests her face on my bare chest, it tickles her nose.So.