The sky above was a thoroughly filthy coal-black colour, like the ashes left in the grate when the fire had been left to snuff out. Or maybe like the ...smudged newsprint on Edward's fingers when it was finally his turn to read the Daily Mirror, impatiently turning the pages to the cartoons. He especially liked the Jane comic strip: the girl who sometimes managed to lose most of her clothes to the delight of British servicemen and to the dismay of his tut-tutting mother."Golly! It really is. With his legs raised; I could easily see his huge bulge bursting out of the shorts, as he scratched himself. I wished to stay there, forever. He was moving his feet a lot rubbing all his wet scent on to my neck, even the lips and I don’t know why I was already kissing his toes and even licking between them, tasting him on my tongue. Every time I looked up a little, his boxer brief looked stretching impossibly over his growing cock in them. Suddenly his feet slipped off my shoulders and he. "Sorry just some drama with Jamie's cousin David," she replied laughing,"ready for the final preparations?"Steven smiled back knowing what she was talking about. They had beenholding off on removing his body hair until today to avoid anysuspicions amongst his friends. Anna handed him a tube of Nair andinstructed him on how to use it. She also instructed him to use a razorand moisturizing lotion afterward to catch any missed hairs and to makehis skin soft.He grabbed a towel, walked into the. "Ain't they perty?" she asked."Yep," I said, trying to ignore them and their upright nipples, "Now put 'em away and go to sleep. We gotta get an early start." You humped Ginny till the bed bounced this morning," she whined. "At least kiss me good night."I leaned over and she grabbed my hair and kissed me like she was trying to eat my mouth. I had to shake my head to get free. She laughed and ducked under the covers, and I whopped her rear end again and then shook out my blanket, pinched the.