It was Wednesday morning; Gillian had just left, and I was in the shower getting ready for a possible visit from Sylvia, Gillian's mother. Earlier, I had used my Skull Buster razor to remove any growth in my crotch; it is very efficient and leaves no stubble. I hate stubble in the crotch; it can leave a nasty impression on anyone who goes there. I had shaved my pubis and then my upper and inner thighs; finally, my cock an...

My wife had gone to the mall in Manchester; it was around a ninety-minute drive from home, so I knew I had a decent amount of time alone. I locked the front and back doors; that meant that you needed a key to get in, and we only had three of them, so I was sure I would be undisturbed. I had a key, my wife had one, and her mother had one, and there was no reason why she would call in with Gillian out of town. This was a da...