He watched Connor expectantly.“Connor, this is Eric,” said Rachel. She was young middle age, her hair drawn into a chignon, and wearing a plain fu...ll skirted, burgundy taffeta dress with matching heels. Her bearing was stately.“Would you remove all your clothes here, where Eric can watch you?”Connor moved to the indicated place and hung his suit coat on the back of a nearby chair. He sat down to slip off his shoes and socks and began unbuttoning his shirt. When he stood to finish with his shirt,. I grabbed her shoulders.“Okay! Okay mom! Just let me call dad, okay?”I picked up my phone and hit dad’s speed dial. He answered on the second ring.“Yeah Tom! I’m boarding. I can’t talk long.”“Dad,” I blurted, “mom wants me to shave her ... down there!”There was a moment of silence.“Shit! I forgot I promised I would shave her. She always liked her ... uh ... private parts clean shaven. She usually does it herself. However, she still has some motor control issues.”Dad paused. I could hear the. My hands molded to her B-cup breasts, letting the rock-hard nipples dig into their creases. I flattened my hands and used the roughness of my work-hardened palms to scrub the hard little nubbins, causing her to inhale sharply and thrust her chest outward."Drop your skirt!" I whispered as I nibbled at the delicate shell of her ear.She struggled to do as I commanded while I pinched and rolled her nipples between calloused fingers, and nibbled and sucked at the sensitive skin between ear and. "Us girls need time to get ready!" came Paula's voice from inside."You're only going to school!" said Joanne."And you're only going to college," said Paula as she left.Leaving Joanne to occupy the bathroom, Paula returned to her room andgot dressed. It was going to feel strange going to school like this, butit certainly felt better. Brushing her hair, she placed a hairband intoit and picked up her bag.Laura smiled as she came into the kitchen for breakfast."The day has arrived," she said. "Your.