I noted that she had a fluffy bush of light blonde hair on her mound with a shorter matting across her pussy lips.“Hmmm ... Nice ... but for our nex...t fuck I want your pussy totally hairless”.She looked back at me aghast.“But ... But...” she stammered, silenced when I held a finger up across my lips.Vicky had told me that Anna loved her bush, and hated the trend by others to have a hairless pussy.“Understand?” I asked her.“Yes...” she replied meekly.I stood up, and walked across to her, standing. Ninas hair was down, but looking even more golden from the light of the bedroom behind her. Hey, Joe, she said. What are you doing up here? Linda asked me to read her a bed time story. Oh? She held the word long enough to convey a bit of skepticism. Isnt she a little old for that? She was pretty upset with the homework, so I spent the evening trying to get her to relax so she wont be so wound up in knots over it. So thats what all the dancing was about? Yeah, to relax and have fun. Nothing. The absence of mutuality and acknowledgment caused an electrifying tension during every moment of the days that followed. A bizarre tolerance developed, but there was still unfinished business...Several weeks had passed, and I found myself frequently attempting to steer our conversations toward any topic where sexual overtones could be introduced."Have you ever been to a bachelor party?" I asked my brother, as he sifted through a large box of videotapes he bought at a garage sale earlier that. I can tell when you are happy, sad, nervous, or embarrassed. I bet it’s easy to see when you are pleased.’ This was said in almost a whisper. Almost as though he didn’t realize he was speaking out loud. I felt my heart beat faster. ‘Yes, it’s always easy to see exactly how I feel at any given moment.’ I wondered if he could see the desire that was awakening in my stomach. I looked away from his searching gaze and reached for a fork. ‘So what are your plans for the day?’ I asked as though my.