“I guess not.”
Margery brought Ken to her vanity table and got a new polyurethane condom from the stash she kept stored there. She sheathed Ken’s p***s in fresh plastic, and greased the bag with a water-based lubricant gel.
“How’s that feel?” Margery asked.
“Snug,” Ken answered. His c**k rose like a skyscraper, again leaking copiously into the fresh bag.
“The combination of cockade and condom works better if the hair on your genitals is shaved,” Margery said, batting her blond lashes. “We will shave you soon.”
“I’m to be shaved, Mommy?”
“Of course, Kenneth. Your pubic hair is so thick as to be unmanageable.” Margery tickled Ken’s pubic hair with her fingernails. It felt soft and downy. Maybe she’d let him grow part of it back sometime, but for now, shaven it must be. “A proper husban
