It’s one of those things we will never know for sure and doesn’t even matter, but an anthropologist or someone from another planet could probably ...explain.Mili then walked over to the communal washing machine, which was in a kind of cupboard, and called me over. To get in the cupboard meant standing very close to her, and our stomachs touched. The flash of electricity that you get from close proximity between two mutually attracted people flashed through me like a premonition of an orgasm.We. Shall we all get comfortable?"With that she stripped off her suit, revealing a glorious body, tits almost as big as Mom's, but the surprise was she had no pubic hair. She stood with one leg turned in, a model's pose, but I must have stared at her pussy. "Like that, Ham? One of the islanders had a box of disposable razors, so some of us like to shave. Both my brothers do, see?" Both the men had nothing but little tufts above their large cocks. Art, though, was still hairy.Opie was staring openly. We could house two hundred more employees easily. I didn't think we would be doing that anytime soon.The shop was now huge. When you stood up by the front near the showroom door, and looked to the back, the place was huge. The contractor had the place well lit so there were no shadows. He continued the roof with the sky light paneling along two panels over the two departments so when the sun was out, we received natural light as well. The sixty more feet might have been overkill as the place. Well, the problem wasn't withthe nipples themselves, but with the clothing that I was wearing. As mynipples had gotten larger they had also gotten more sensitive andeventually it got to the point where it was almost painful to feel myclothing rubbing against them as I moved. I tried putting a Band Aid overeach nipple and that did protect them, but the adhesive strips irritatedthe soft flesh of my boy boobs so I had just traded one problem foranother. Then I tried putting some Vaseline on my.