Y’all are not going to sit around all day junking up the house. I’m going upstairs to take a nap,” he said. While Uncle Paul was taking a nap, M...att changed into some shorts and a wife beater. His shorts stopped just a little above his knee and fit him like a glove. You could see every print and curve, as if he were standing in front of you with nothing on. His wife beater was just as transparent. "Where are you going Matt?" I asked. He told me that he was going to be hanging out with some. As I looked at my perfect breasts and flat stomach by the dim light of the stars, I still felt a little guilty about not sharing my treasure with Ron, my good friend. Still, he was far more "macho" than I was, and even though we could surely make some kind of monetary profit from my find, I wanted the earrings for my personal use. I didn't think he'd be as enchanted as I was about being able to assume the guise of a gorgeous girl! I thought about Ron some more and realized that along with my. My wife is completely shaved thanks to me and I could clearly make out a nice camel toe.My daughter apparently did not shave and I could make out a patch of brunette hair just under her bottom. She must have noticed too as she said "Mom, your suit looks so much smoother and better. Do you shave down there?"Jill replied "Your Dad shaves me every week to keep me smooth. He's very good at it. I tried it once and cut myself. Your Dad's been shaving me for the past 15 years." Dad, can you shave me. I guess the “peace sign” posters and counter culture photos took him by surprise. “Your room looks like something out of the ‘Mod Squad,” he said as he looked at my choice of decoration. “Yeah, I know.” I said proudly as I sat on my bed. “So you’re stuck in the 1960s, even though you’re not old enough to remember them.” He asked as he peeked in my private bathroom. “I was born in the wrong decade.” I replied. “Who told you that?” “It’s just how I feel.” “So what do you do for fun in here?” “I’m.