"I wonder how many outfits Aunt Julie will be bringing?" You ask out of curiosity, in-between spoonfuls of cereal."Well..." Your father, Roger, began ...while sipping his coffee. "Given Julie's flair for fashion, I think the real question is how much did she have to leave behind." He finished jokingly, eliciting some laughter from your mother and yourself."I wouldn't be surprised if Julie agonized over what to bring with her," said your mother, Elaine, sympathetically in-between forkfuls of eggs. She moaned and bit her lip as she watched his hand cover her with the soapy water. “Are you ready?’ he asked, as he took the razor to her body. “Mmmm yes,” she moaned, as she licked her lips. He moved his hand slowly, guiding the razor up her pussy lips. “Am I hurting you?” he asked. “Mmmm, no,” she replied. He bent over, getting a closer look as he moved the razor close to her hood. Tenderly, he wiped her with the towel, revealing her hairless flesh. She watched him intently as I did. I didn’t. .." How do I know when to say has or hast?"She kissed his lips again. "It really doesn't matter, Jonas. At least it doesn't matter to me."Jonas gazed into Harrah's grey- green eyes and regarded her face in the lamplight. "Thou have set me at ease, too, Harrah. Are thou ready to consummate our love?" Ready to; and eager to, Jonas." Are thou nervous?" he asked."A bit ... but I'm not afraid."Jonas stood with his back to her, unfastened his belt and dropped his robe to the floor. He returned to. They walked out onto the dock where they were completely alone where Joe laid out his plan for Don's approval. Joe would play bartender like usual and would feed Jenny and Diane doubles in some fruit coolers. He didn't think either gal could be able to spot the amount of alcohol she was drinking. As bartender in their room Joe was going to tell the wives he was fixing a special drink he'd been told about earlier in the week.Joe told Don to wait half an hour after going to bed, or until he was.