My son always hates these shaving parties, but I insist on shaving his pubes and balls and asshole myself. It's not easy to bring up three teenagers o...n your own, and I insist that my boys are hygienically clean and ethically moral. I have three boys as I said, Dan who is the oldest and the most trouble, Steve, who is going through that awkward stage, and Mike who is the youngest and really submissive and well behaved. I think I started with Mike first and he has learned that I know what's best. Kapde pehan kar chacha ne kaha kal room pe chalenge bahar to mummy ne kaha nai waha tumhare dost aate hain or wo dabbu bada ganda hai pehle gand mein dalta hai fir mum mein muje nai jana to chacha ne kaha nai hum akele chalenge ye kehkar wo chale gaye. Agle din mummy ne kaha mujhe ghar(mayke) jana hai, to chacha ne kaha main chod aata hun to main bi jidd karne laga phir meri dadi ne kaha to unhe majburan mujhe le kar jana pada .Thoda aage chale ke baad maine dekha 3 aadmi raste mein hamari. Then something hissed sharply and the plascrete wall beside her head sneezed out a burst of fragments. Another hiss and a sharp ping rang on the door. Maria froze in her tracks. Someone was shooting at her. She'd watched enough cop dramas to know the hiss of bolt fire. Terrified blood crackled through her veins. Shooting? At her? The door brushed past her as it started to shut and with a hiss and ping, a dent appeared. Heart leaping up her throat, Maria tried to think, think to shut her mouth,. I asked her if she might need some help later, so she asked me to write down my number.I went back to the house, had a shower,cos I felt all funky/yukky & after that,was just checking my post & a peruse through the internet. Suddenly a message pops up, +44 number & a message "Hi, its Kaitlyn if that offer is still there.I'm at this address...........?" I hopped on the pushbike, trundled across, then texted I was outside. She opened the door,said "Glad you got here, cos somethings happened in.