" My hair? Why? What?" I spluttered."Shhh, Nunkie Dwoo. Things always go better when you do what I want,don't they? Well, I want to get rid of your na...sty male hair. Think of itas a process of rebirth. A new life."I was ushered off the bed, and told to take off my pyjama top. Annabellewheeled a large massage table into the room, and covered it with a pinklatex sheet. She handed out surgical gloves to each of the girls, whohelped each other into latex aprons.Annabelle took charge. "Now remember. I got to admire her breasts in a bra that completely covered them. She showed a lot more breast in her bikini as she swims in my pool or sits in my Jacuzzi at home. Of course with her top up I also got to see her elastic pants and the way they formed to her enlarging belly. I was also treated to the view of her bellybutton being turned inside out.When she was about six months pregnant she started complaining about her lack of sex. It seems that her husband had decided that he didn’t want to. Something soft and warm and slick. Then she looked in themirror. At the sight of her pronounced curves and the perfect swell ofher breasts, her new shaft surged with blood - blood that felt as if ithad drained from her brain - and she simply stared, too far gone toregister amazement at being so attracted to her own feminine body.It took her a few moments of increasing pleasure, even looking in themirror, to notice that she had her rod in her hands and was stroking,lightly. The pleasure was. Images dance through her mind of their first kiss, their first time, and their first child. She had known he would leave her soon to cross the ocean and fight for his country. It was a tearful goodbye. She felt it again, lying here in his arms tonight. And after so many letters just stopped coming, it was a forever goodbye, a life of longing for his voice, his face, and his arms around her. She relives the cold winter day when they placed his body in the ground. The icy dirt.