Aur muth marta tha.Chachi ne mujhse blade mangayi thi maine dekha ki unhune us blade se apne armpit ke baal shave kiye.Aur boor ka baal bhi shave karn...i ki koshish kar rahi thi magar thori moti hone ke karan who apne boor ke baaal shave nhi kar pa rahi thi..Phir who bina shave kiye hi nahan ke bahar aa gayi..Main soch raha tha ki main kisi bhi tarah unke jhaath shave kar dun..Magar who bhala mujhse kyun shave karwati ..Main ghar pe hi shave kiya karta tha aur aab chichi ke samne hi shave karta. The dudes all exclaim with 'fuck, or damm, or holy shit', but of corse that wasn't the end of it. Five more shots streamed from my face down to my belly, coated my rock hard 8-pac of abs. The dudes continued to be awe struck at the massive load I had just slung from my vein poppin cock. At last, 2 more shots land on my belly, and I finally let go, panting like I had just ran a mile. I sat on on the edge of the bed, with an evil shit-eatin grin. Wiping a bit of my jizz from my face, I stick my. Soon my private, after hours “modeling” sessions grew in popularity as word had seemed to spread around several online websites.One-night Mr. Wilson wanted to see a nightie he had his eyes on as a present for Judith’s upcoming Birthday. I already knew where this night would end up and I smiled to myself as I grabbed it and took him by the hand guiding him into the staff room at the back of the store. I slowly stripped in front of him and slipped it on. I asked him if he liked it as I. Laid out to bare their inner beauty. The ghosts were at the surface. Each a story to tell. In the far corner was a settee in faded red velvet. A small curtain so it can be private. I had forgotten time, so I did rush back to the ball room. There stood Steven with Elinorea hanging from every word. I walked over without no doubt, Steven was mine! ‘Elinorea A lady in lavender is saying some trashy things about you.’ I soberly whispered. Placing my hand under Steven’s upper arm. Steven reacted.