She laughed.But the following Tuesday I was dismissed early from my job and orderedto be home by 3:30 pm. At 4 pm exactly, my wife made me stand in th...eliving room next to the window. She ordered me to undress. Completelystrip. She handed me a razor and a can of shaving foam. "Shave, sissy,shave. I don't want to see a single body hair on you, ever again. Legs,arms, armpits, chest, crotch: every hair comes off and stays off."I protested, "Madame Beringer, here in front of the window? All of. The younger woman was curled up, and it was obvious even at this distance she was crying. The older woman was lying on the ground spread-eagled with her dress open exposing her whole body.The youths looked like they had ransacked the camper, as there were items lying all around the door that was open. I noticed the cycles had no registration numbers, so these youths hadn't been riding on the road, but were either local, or from a parked vehicle nearby. From there dress, what I saw of it, I am. I could feel warm juices oozing from her cunt. What a moment it was. Now it was her turn to return the favor. She slid my boxers down and removed my underwear. My tool jumped out like a spring which she caught immediately. She started giving me a hand job which I was enjoying thoroughly and slowly she started kissing tool and finally she took it insider her mouth. Man what a blowjob it was. She kept licking it till I reached a stage when I was about to cum. I told her that I am about cum but. If she ends up blindsided and heartbroken, I’m holding you accountable.”“What the fuck was that?” I murmured to the closed door.“Hey.” Zoë spun back to face me. “We good?”“Yeah?” I hoped. She punched me in the meat of the thigh.“After the game,” Zoë growled. “You were weird when we got ready for bed.”“That was a Pat and Renée thing.” I reminded her. “Plus, I think we overwhelmed Elizabeth.”“Hey, she slept in your bed, didn’t she?” Zoë laughed. “All I had was Pat, Renée, and Connie for.