It is the personnel issue is controversial ... How many times have not heard the zahar saying: "Oh, you shave? What X! This time I will not mention the preference of women for hair or make you better aesthetically. I received this text recently by e-mail, text already Rodou the Web, but even then I will publish here, I do not know who is the author only know it was very good again and I had to read. I have been through this experience with the wax, not the "bag" but in the chest, and doeuuuu, saw!

* Ps. I am not in the picture!
It follows the depilation ... I say, the text:
"I was watching TV one afternoon of Sunday, at that time that we can not invent anything to do, because the other day is Monday, quandominha disposed wife by my side and was playing with my 'shares." After a few minutes she came with the following idea: Why not plucked their eggs, so I could do 'other things' with eles.Aquela sentence was equal to a bell in my head. For a few seconds fiqueiimaginando what would be 'other things'. Replied that no, and this thing that hurt, but she came with arguments about new techniques for hair removal and I imagine the' other coisas'não tivemais as negar.Concordei. She and asked it to be naked while the equipamentosnecessários to seek such done.
I was looking at TV, but my mind was wandering by novassensações that only woke up when I heard the beep of microondas.Ela returned to the room with a pot of wax, a spatula and some pieces of equipment plástico.Achei those weird, but she was an air of 'Donada situation' that would leave any doctor urologist feeling to be resident.
I was calm and allow the rest of the process.
I asked to be in a position of quasi-roast chicken and liberal access to the area of watercress.
She took my eggs as who picks up two balls of porcelain and began apassar warm wax. I thought that feels wonderful!
Mr. Pinto was already all 'PIMPÃO' as people say: 'I am opróximo of the queue'! At first, I was wondering what would be the 'other things' queviriam.Após are completely dirty wax, she embrulhou both in plastic with both care that I thought would lead them to travel.
I wondered where she would have learned this technique of pleasure: NaThailândia, China or the Internet mesmo.Porém, after a few seconds she stretched the bag to one side and gave a sudden jerk.
All new sensations were exchanged for a sound PUUUUTA QUEEEE PARIUUUUUUU !!!!! ... almost spoken letter by letter.
I looked for the plastic to see if the leather of my bag had not been stuck together.
She said she still remained some pelinhos, and I needed to move again.
Replied promptly:
- Not fudendo!! If you depend on me they will be aípara eternity! Hold Dr. Left and Right in my Dr their hands as though the last eggs safe from the most beautiful bird in Amazon extinction, and went to obanheiro.
Felt the heart beating in ovos.Abri the shower and was the first time I dip the bag before the wet head.
I spent several minutes just leaving the ice water seeping from my body.
I left the bath, but in those moments of pain every man becomes a bebezinhonovo:
shits behind shit.
I got my post shave gel with chamomile 'soothing the skin', filling their hands and passed on the eggs.
It was as if it had happened in pepper sauce.
Bidet sat in the position of 'wash xereca' and left the chuveirinho allay the Drs, got a face towel and was waving eggs as a fighter who waves at the 10th round.
I looked at my painting.
He so alegrinho minutes ago, was so small that it seemed more like twin brother of my navel.
At this time my wife knocks on the door of the bathroom and asked if I was going well.
That voice before so seductive and velvety was also a typing mistake.
I left the bathroom and went back to my room.
She was arguing that the pubes had left by the roots, which lasted re-born.
For the thickness of the skin of my bag, not born here or down, my eggs will be that neither of quails', said.
She was asked to look like.
I told you to look away and two feet without touching anything and it will be laughing come the fuck in! Wear the shirt and went to sleep (only a T-shirt).
At that time sexopara me not to perpetuate the human species.
The other day I was in the morning I get to go to work.
The eggs were more calm, but that more red ripe tomatoes.
It was strange to feel the wind hitting in places never before visited.
I tried to put the underwear, but nothing done. Tried some of velvet shorts and nothing.
Wear the pants more comfortable in the closet and I found I was working without even underwear.
I walk into the same section a cowboy shit.
I spoke good day for everyone, but without looking into the eyes.
And I spent the entire day working on foot for fear of the backboard ripe tomatoes on any surface.
Result, some things should be done only by women.
It is no use trying to mix the worlds male and female. "