Running my fingers over the mound and circling the labia I found the region totally hairless and sexily smooth. Pouring a little soothing oil onto the... newly shorn area I then slipped back into the bath. Legs and armpits were treated to the same action as the razor glided across my flesh. The hair free regions were then gently massaged with soothing oil. Giving my body one final rinse I stepped out of the bath and began to softly pat my body dry with a fleecy white towel. Placing a silk robe. The delicate cobwebs dusted across their spigots spoke to exactly how long they’d been down here. A set of four wooden stairs that sat beside the wine barrels led up to a beaten, old wooden door that likely should have been replaced a long, long time ago. The room itself wasn’t that large – perhaps a solid six by five feet. But the darkness, deep in corners and tipped with the crisp, raw edge of Wynter, made it feel much bigger. Still shaken but functioning clearer, his mind tried to work out. "I mean it, Les. I don't want you spreading this around. You know you're not too old to spank." Oh, God! You wouldn't!" The look on her face was a cross between fear, shock and anticipation.I reached out for her and she ran up the stairs, giggling and screaming at the same time. If there was any doubt in my mind before, the sight of that ass in those tight shorts as she went up the stairs got rid of it.I took my time walking up the stairs. Her door was closed, not just pushed to. The handle. Can I jack off? If you want to I'm okay with it she replies. How about cumming, can I cum? Well if the feeling hits you then by all means cum, eat it too. I'm sure it will turn Tracey on and make her more comfortable with what she is doing my wife says. Great I say I'm all in and good with it. When is she coming over? she'll be here Saturday my wife says.Saturday morning and I'm pretty worked up with anticipation. It is going to be a like a live porno right in my living room. My wife and I are.