This saturday morning, like all mornings since more than four years now, Harry, 17 years old, wakes up in his bed with a huge hardon. It's because he's been dreaming, like all night, of hairy p*****s of all colors. The only "s*x" hairs that he can look are his mother and his two sisters hairy pits when they wear robes without sleeves because it's spring time. He remembers how he was ultra excited last summer at their swimming pool when he saw, for the first time, these three women wearing bikinis. All of them have a treasure trail from their pubis to their navel and it was a festival of brown, red and blond hairs sticking out their bikinis. Harry thinks that today he MUST get some serious bush to play with and not only jerk off. Harry is the only son of this modern family. s*x is not a tab
