Then she started the cycle again. “What is it?” I asked in confusion. Sarah seemed to know exactly how to handle it.”
“Oh, it’s no big deal. Her appreciative noises were music to my ears, and all the encouragement I needed. “What is it?” I asked in confusion. Knock!” Kirsty cried, turning and stamping her foot in irritation. It seemed to retain moisture like nothing else, and felt cold and dank to me, and totally unsexy. To Kirsty I said, “That was incredible! I gasped, but it felt so good that I smiled when she looked up, and nodded. “It’s… a pubic shaver. As dawn approached, we suddenly realized that Kirsty had not opened her presents, so we gathered round excitedly while she ogled the pile of packages assembled for the occasion. I added my voice to the chorus of agreement. The vibration rumbled through my skin, stimulating it for centimetres around. It was not painful, it was just surprising. “Dad! Thick and dark, it covered almost my entire pubic region, and I struggled to cover it all
