I felt the bra around my chest, the garter-belt on my waist and the stockings on my legs. I knew you were different. Porn sex I know I have a tendency to ramble on (but you’ve known that about me since the day we met!), but once I started putting it all into words, I couldn’t stop. “Yes, sorry, I’ve got it, Sam. I’m sure you realize that the way it happened never once crossed my mind. I just said that Sam kissed my flaccid, little dick. Sam was shooting his load of cum up my butt, and I was shooting mine all over my bed. “Panties all the time and I’m gonna let my hair grow.”
“Ok,” he nodded, then added, “and a few more things.”
Just as eagerly I agreed to shave the tiny bit of fuzz from my armpits and the little puff of pubic-hair I’d sprouted (none of which I’d even had just a year before), and Sam even informed me that I had a couple hairs starting to sprout between my balls and my butt, and he wanted them gone too.
