“You shave?” I asked.“I like it this way,” she said. “Is there a problem?”I laughed, “No, just most of the girls I’ve seen don’t sha...ve.”“How many HAVE you seen?” she asked.“Dozens in the sauna.”“You use it naked?”“With our family and some of the ‘cousins’ and their parents.”“The ‘cousins’?”“Kids of my dad’s closest friends. One of the women, who I call ‘aunts’, shaves and it really annoys my dad.”“Why?”“Because he says that in High School she had absolutely the most gorgeous pubic hair he’d. .." I said, in as sultry of a tone as I could manage. I started pulling down his boxers, and there he sat, tied to the chair. His dick pointing up towards the ceiling, looking as unimpressive as he was looking pathetic.As I pulled down his boxers, the musky smell of his groin filled my senses. Sweaty, and a****l. I have to admit, it turned me on.He was breathing heavy just from having his underwear pulled down. I smiled to myself. "This will be easy," I thought.I sat down on his leg, very. Her panties and shorts were around her ankles, and her well-padded behind was offered up to me submissively. I couldn’t see between her slightly parted butt cheeks the way I could Michael’s pert little ass. Courtney had a perfect bubble butt just like mine.She has curly blonde hair, but in many ways, we look very similar in the face. I could tell she was nervous, ashamed, and terrified. I was thrilled that I could make her quake with fear at the very thought of being spanked.“Why does he get to. 'Still too fucking dark!' She muttered, mostly to herself, as she looked towards the new Crone for advice."Certain it is!" The Crone Veránda muttered, in rather annoyed concurrence. "The last panel of the old age that I weaved, before I took the shears, was bright and held forth some cheer. Now, with your first weavings the world is again dark and sinister. Where is that nice bright double-thread that I just cut?" Here now in my hand!" The Maiden Skúlda giggled with impatience. Now that that it.