Molly glanced over at Alexander still waiting by the bathroom for Connie to leave him at least a few drops of hot water and was starting to feel a bit uncomfortable conversing in her native tongue because it might appear as if they were excluding the big man from it, which she supposed probably was Stuart's intention because of the subject but now that he brought the conversation to another subject she nodded. She did agree that clean shaven cunts were not particularly attractive even if she of course felt that there was nothing wrong with a bit of trimming around the edges if needed. Some of the more radically feminist lovers she had had over the years had not just had hair on their cunts, they had had virtually impenetrable thickets as if the purpose was to protect their delicate flowers from penetration, and yet all of them had screamed the roof of buildings with pleasure when she had fucked them with her RealDoe.<br/><br/>She made no mention of this but rather looked the pilot over rather curiously trying to figure out what type of music he might enjoy. She did of course notice his hint at the Boris t-shirt she'd worn when she arrived but that was such a small part of her musical world that it was almost irrelevant as a reference on which to make a statement regarding any potential similarities or differences in musical taste between her and virtually anyone else. The statement did however suggest that he either actually knew the band and their music, or that he made his assumption on the fact that he had no idea who they were. Again she made no mention of this but rather waited for him to elaborate on his statement, if that was his intention. Music was always a good icebreaker and a much more interesting topic for small talk than the weather, even if indeed the weather outside was interesting enough.