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Once she’d finally found a good spot, she remembered what she was trying to do. Slowly and steadily, she brought her hand up and over his chest, the light sheet rippling above her the only thing keeping them from the warm autumn night. Again, she brought it down past the end of the hair on his belly and only stopped once she felt that rough patch of hair just above his groin. With only the moon filtering through the sheet above she could barely make it out as she peered over her dad’s waist. Short and curly, much curlier than his armpit hair, pitch-black, though most of his hair was with only a bit of grey poking through.

I put the flat of my tongue on her clit and let Carol grind back and forth on my tongue. That did it. “Oh Geez! Jim! Yeah! Yeah!” I twisted her nipples hard as she came in my mouth again. “Ooooh! Fuck! Oh my… Shit…” Her body broke out in goosebumps again as her orgasm pulsed through her body. “Good one…wow. Can’t believe you are a rookie cunt licker.”

“You’ll thank me,” she said as she stepped out of the shower, returning with garden variety paper scissors and a disposable razor. She snipped my pubes close with the scissors, not even taking a minute. Then she got a big handful of soapy suds and coated my cock and balls. In just a couple of minutes rinsed me with a handheld sprayer, revealing a totally bald, and, I must say, a more impressive looking penis.