We went into the bathroom. I helped Freya into the tub then knelt beside it. She handed me a bath sponge and body wash. I carefully soaped and rinsed her luscious body. Her slippery wet skin felt like silk. She raised each leg in turn and I soaped and rinsed them as well. Then she sat on the edge of the tub and handed me scissors, a razor, and shaving gel. She leaned back and spread her knees wide. She wanted me to shave her p***y.
Freya was indeed a redhead. Her bush was as auburn as the hair on her head. She had never shaved her p***y while we were married, but she did keep it closely trimmed and her bikini line well in check. Even so, I had always wanted to know what her p***y felt like bare, and guessed I was finally going to find out. I used the scissors and judiciously trimmed eve
