"How did your mother die?" Ivory asked. Her own recent loss made the question especially pertinent."As horribly as Flying Squirrel's. As senselessly a...nd brutally as Tarsier's. As cruel as any other death that day. I had no idea what to do during the chaos of the slaughter. Nor did I know what the other villagers were doing. Some fled. Some tried to help Flying Squirrel as he lay in the blood-soaked undergrowth. Others, like me, stood petrified in fear. I simply couldn't comprehend what had. His manhood was stiff and poking out against the soft material. I couldn't hold back. It was like a magnet as I reached out and moved my hand up and down over his underwear. I said, "You've even got a wet stain on your underwear." Brock blushed and said, "That's not spaghetti sauce." I smiled and said, "I know what it is, but you should wash your underwear, too." I was still on my knees as I slipped my fingers inside the waistband of his underwear and pulled them down. His rigid rocket was. .. say about nine?" Done," stated the Baron, expectant smiles on his and Steffan's faces.Adrienne luxuriated in the warm bath. The tenseness began to leave her muscles as the frightening events of the afternoon began to fade as a bad dream.She was still puzzled as to why such dreams would occur when she had been lavished upon and the Vagnors had treated her so well. She decided it must simply have been the unsettling nature of change which had entered and uprooted her life so abruptly.The knock. She did accordingly. I kissed both her armpits. Moistened the armpits with water spray. Then I applied shaving cream. Used my hands to make lather. Then I started shaving the pits. I made short strokes of razor so that she doesn’t have itchy feelings. She looked gorgeous with those smooth armpits. She had long hair at pussy, so razor would not work properly.I first cut her hair with scissors then I brought my electronic razor and set it to trimmer and then trimmed her pussy hair. I gave.