by Julius
copyright 2003
We shaved my girl curls and delighted in my naked, purr-soft pussy!
Thongs arrived to invade and subtly violate. Silken scraps to pretty my delta and tease between. Sweet on the swell of my nakedness. A girl can't get girlier!
One day he whispered, "I miss your fur!"
So did I.
Days of stubble, weeks of watching, will it never grow?
Back now, my lush bush is shampooed and combed, stroked and nuzzled.
A woman again, a score or more of idle thongs and just the breeze beneath my skirt.
Who needs a thong? I've grown my own.
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