I was feeling relaxed with all the alcohol I drank and told him I would change and be right back. It felt so naughty to run the razor in between my ass cheeks and down my crack. It is a statement that will go down in history with a lot of other regretted statements. Felt like a swarm of ants was making its way up and down my crack. I now have a great respect for anal-hair.
He said that we would do the shooting in the garage.
I saw his eyes widen as he held his breath. Like everything in this world God created, it has its mighty purpose in existence. Unfortunately again, this exertion caused me to sweat, and when I finally reached my room, my cheeks were sliding back and forth against each other like a pair of horny cane-toads. Don't Shave That Hair!!! Feeling some hair there I decided to shave that too. As if that wasn't enough, I am now enduring further torture. They're natural and don't hang down.