Careful to keep Laura's face in place, Monique kept working the small device all over the exposed white pussy.Everywhere the black panel touched, the ...sparse blonde hairs began to wither, then fall off.'Yes, my stuck up little lezzie whore. Soon... soon... you will be smooth as a baby, 'cuz these blonde pussy hairs ain't growin' back for a long, long time, ' thought Monique, as she wickedly kept giving Laura the home-made electrolysis.'How do you like my afro-engineering now, you bald white. I looked around and saw the four otherCadets that were with me on the ship didn't make it either and wasprobably killed in the first seconds of the disaster.In the morning of my eighteenth birthday, as we were constructingshelters, small pieces of fruit started to rain around us. As eachpiece of fruit hit the ground or us, a greenish powder would burst fromit enveloping us. Some of the people immediately succumbed to thepowder and passed out. Others, who only caught a little bit,. It grewfrom there - I loved the feel of the lace and the satin against my cock andass, so I took one of her thongs next time. Before I knew it, I had a bigcollection, stuffed under my bed, of panties, thongs, g-strings, a couple ofbras as well, and even one of her miniskirts. I?m quite slim, so I could fitinto it fairly easily, but what amazed me was that she didn?t notice they weregoing missing (or if she did, she didn?t care). I was sixteen when she foundthem. My mom had asked her to get. "Mary Jo. I love you. Would you consider marrying an old guy like me?" Walter, you have no idea how much I have prayed that you would ask me to. Yes, I will marry you. I love you."We fell asleep in each others arms.From then until 1999, it could be said that our marriage was made in heaven. He would come up behind me, cup my breasts in his hands, kiss me on the neck, as he said, "You know what Mary Jo? I'm the luckiest man alive."I would turn to kiss him as I said, "yes, you are."While having.