I told her that my dick was so sore. She looked at it closely and said that she knew what had caused it. She told me that she was so sorry, that there... had been other men in her life who had the same thing happen to them. She said, “You know what we are going to do Tommy?”I replied, “What?” She told me, “We are going to shave all the hair off of my pussy, what do you think of that?” Like I said, this was 1962 and no one that I knew of had ever seen a pussy that did not have hair on it. Later on,. I wondered how her life had been, growing up."Well, thank you for coming. I had wondered about you, off and on since I found out in Dad's will that you existed," I said kindly.While we had been talking, I had noticed one of my shadows enter, and take up an unobtrusive seat at the counter.My sister practiced law for a firm in Chicago. She took vacation time just to make it to my graduation. Her mentioning that she was in the legal profession made me wonder if I had any legal recourse to being. ”She had dressed for the occasion. I noticed that before we had left the flat. She’d put on stockings and that ivory lace slip which she knows is one of my favourites If I am honest, it is just a bit tight for her amazing breasts, but I have never dared tell her. But I like it when it is pulled tight across her bust and you can just make out her nipples underneath. And she looks so good in it at the moment with her tan. She likes to lie out in the sun. I remember that holiday last year – that. She’d been innocent, naïve and genuine and in her mind, forgivable still. But now, so many days and months had passed and her innocence had worn away, she’d been used in a way that a woman tends to be used and that was just it, wasn’t it. In defiance yet it had happened, she had become a woman. She and Mathilda trekked on. The drizzling had ceased and the sun peaked out overhead, causing the flesh of their backs, heavy with luggage, to stick to their clothing. Kaden’s father, despite being a.