My razorwork meant every moist, plump pink fold was on display, glistening and juicy, with none of the natural camouflage of the "full - bush". I coul...d also, very slightly, smell me. "It's difficult enough" I said, by way of explanation "without beingable to see - it's ridiculous. I'm not particularly embarrassed, please just do what you need to do" The white coats were moving, in some cases. The British nerds had their fumble, and their shaking fingers werehaving some effect on my insides.. I didn’t want to get stuck mowing lawns again for the summer, even though as a strapping nineteen year old guy, I had no problem with manual labor.One of my dad’s business buddies got a job transfer and placed his house up for sale. He hired a real estate agent to sell the house but asked if I would keep an eye on the house and mow the yard every month until the house sold, so he wouldn’t have to pay the real estate agent to have it done. He said he’s pay me $100 a month and that I could use. My eyes answered ‘yes.’After giving my cock a few more masterful tugs, she stood up and walked over to the bed. I ran into the bathroom and grabbed a towel. No sense in making a complete mess, I thought. I laid the towel down on the bed and climbed on top of it. She squatted over top of me again, but this time I was ready for it. My heart was beating fast. I don’t know if it was the anticipation, or the fear of what was going to happen, or maybe a combination of both. She closed her eyes. He nursed his bloodied nose. His face took on the look of shock as he saw his blood on his hand. He glared over at the colonel, unbelieving that the man had attacked him.I felt sorry for the colonel again. He was a man of many burdens. I felt that if we were alone, he would hug me tightly and cry on my shoulder and reveal all his dark secrets. I, in return, would hold him tight, rock him gently and tell him everything would be alright; that he was a strong minded man with a lot of.