“Seriously?” I asked. “Hollywood has nothing new to offer so they want to make a movie about a rogue pubic hair?”
“Not only that, but you need to check this out!” Bob shrieked as he pulled something out of his pocket.
And there it was in his hand.
That pubic hair.
Only now……
“Is it moving?” I asked as I stepped closer.
“Oh, yes,” Bob said in a sultry (for him) voice. “It also speaks! Come closer!”
This I did and when I bent my head down closer to Bob’s hand, I did hear something.
“Sorry,” Bob said. “I’ve got the gas.”
Quickly, for a man his size, he grabbed my head with his free hand, twisted it around and dumped the pubic hair into my right ear hole.
I felt the pube sliding into my ear and it actually felt kind of…….nice.
Then I fell to my knees so we were eye to eye and marveled as the pube traveled throughout my whole body until it finally came to rest wrapped around my somatosensory cortex.
“I have to poop,” said Bob, ruining the moment.
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