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Nowhere was a clean razor to be found. Straightening with a grunt, he took a moment to think, rubbing slowly at his unshaven face. This was hardly the first woman's bathroom he'd visited, or the hundredth for that matter. If anyone was qualified to solve this puzzle, he was. A thousand one-night stands, some smaller number of short term relationships, and a few sharing circles meant he'd gone through some version of this predicament more times than he could really count. He'd checked beneath the sink first, of course. That was where bulk items usually could be found, and razors were often sold so. Yet oddly, there was nothing at all there save for a single roll of toilet paper. All secondary locations were fruitless as well, every drawer, cabinet, and even the linen closet thoroughly explored. Taken together, they contained every toiletry one could wish for. Brunette Except razors. Maybe she was just out. He seriously considered the concept for a minute before discarding it. Her legs had been too smooth beneath his hands, a sign that spoke of frequent shaving by dint of how effectively she'd stripped her skin of every stray follicle. No one was that good unless they had a lot of practice, and a lot of practice meant going through a lot of razors. Ergo she should have some, somewhere. Nakedness was starting to bother him as the air cooled, steam from his shower condensing and sticking to the walls and oral ceiling. Besides his bristly cheeks his body hair was well-kempt, trimmed to perfection. His last girl had been a hairdresser, able to adapt what she knew to give him a touch up... and more, once the stray hairs had been toweled away. The memory caused a smile to touch his lips as he opened an small cabinet above the toilet, checking it for the second time. There were only boxes blonde of over-the-counter medicines inside, none of them particularly interesting. Staring at the words writ on them, he spaced out briefly as he considered what a man's bathroom might be laid out like. Doubtless the razors would be in easier reach. It was hard to know. He'd barely ever met another man, let alone spent time in one's home. The thought put him on the right track, though. For if a razor wasn't in easy reach, then there was big only one place it could be... Looking up, he saw the cabinet he'd been staring into had a flat top, though of course it was blocked from view to any on the ground. Reaching up blindly, he ran his fingers over dusty wood, finally feeling a plastic package tucked away against the wall. Triumphant, he pulled them down, satisfied to see a half-emptied 8-pack of disposable razors. Impossible to find, if you were only looking with your eyes. Pulling one outdoor out, he put the package back and turned toward the bathroom mirror. It was still fogged over despite the cooling air, so he located the hair dryer beside the sink and gave the glassy surface a blast. It cleared instantly, letting him see his own face without obstruction. I shook my head as Nurse Luann emerged from her small office into the main room. Click. blonde I had lusted for my mom for so long. Natalie was spent, but it was all worth it. “Daddy, Daddy, fuck her!” Sam moaned, her hips wiggling from side to side. As Master neared the pen, he could see the bitch being busy sucking Targ oral while big Devil was fucking her pussy. “It was clean, so it was okay. I looked up. I reached into the end table and pulled out my small tape recorder. Although Ethan was wearing khaki shorts, he did have his bathing suit on, underneath, since they outdoor wanted to hit the beach and maybe try out Brunette the parasailing. Mark was very much a geeky-type personality but he was not a nerd. So I leant on my arms behind me and thrust him in and out of me he held on to my sides and lead his body into me. He moaned my name and came.