When Tamara was done, she rinsed Denise’s loins with a hose and then dried them off with a soft, white cotton towel. The old lady had, of course, been humming some folk tune from her childhood as she worked. She now gleefully addressed Denise in her foreign tongue as she rubbed her hand over the smooth mound. She pulled Denise to a sitting position and went to get a large handheld mirror. She held it under Denise’s loins at an angle so that she could see.
Denise beheld her now child-like cunt. Only a small tuft of blond hair remained, standing inches above the apex to her now prominent mound. Holding the mirror and chattering happily, the old woman spread the lips of Denise’s cunt with her other hand. Denise had never looked upon her own s*x so closely before. She was shocked at the clea
