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As a teen, I took many Polaroids of my pussy up close and kept them in a purse I hung in the closet. Many were before I was able to grow a bush and obviously many after. I remember the slipperyness I would feel when I oiled up my hairless pussy for a masturbation session or a naked stroll. I also enjoyed it when I had full bush and how prominent it was from afar and how it would frame up my mound showing I was becoming a woman. Since my neighbor has a new pool, I figured I would shave my pussy and display my little wicked weasel which can barely contain my meaty labia. My heart is racing!!!