”My impulsive voice spoke again before my brain engaged, “OK. Let’s go get your stuff.” I even sounded enthusiastic at the idea of having a ro...omer.I finally got my head out of my own concerns for a new housemate, and started to wonder what Colly must be thinking about the situation she was in. ‘I’m screwed over by my alcoholic mother, and have nowhere to live. The few friends I have can’t help me ... or won’t help me. I have no money to speak of. This nice older guy who’s old enough to be my. He could just not go through with this and walk away, and of course never feel Karen’s pussy enveloping his cock. He can right? There is a doubt in the back of his mind that tells him otherwise, but when he tries to press on that thought, it is fleeting.Before he knows it, his feet are already in motion and the notion of finally fucking Karen after all these years of lusting, and for lack of a better word, stalking her, he will finally have her, and apparently, more than once.But why?The. Then Sharon told him his vacation was over, to getone of the black uniforms on. She told him not to forget anything.She left and he changed. When he entered the living room they had him turn around a coupleof times. He was very unsteady in the heels but managed to turn asthey said. Denise told him to get them a drink. He went and mixeddrinks for them. He heard Denise call that there was a tray in thecupboard. He found the tray and took the drinks to them. After they were served Sharon told. "I'm pretty good with girlstuff and I've prepared a little Christmas magic of my own for you nowthat you're willing honey."After she dug into the bag, all it took was a snap of her wrist beforeshe kneeled lifting his nightgown and heard a buzzing sound. He feltsomething cold gliding along his calf and then looked down swallowinghard as realized her electric razor was sliding across his flesh.He knew he really wasn't that hairy but instead he soon be completelysmooth as his mother jumped from.