I can honestly say that if I met my first girlfriend again and the bush was gone, I wouldn't miss it one little bit.:)

In my case it was over 50 years. My first "gf" was at age 6. Moved away, then in my mid 50's I subscribed to a classmates web site. After finding several hs classmates, I put my first gf's name in. Same name, same city, she was divorced, had old name, I was in a dying marriage. We corresponded a few times, then business took me to her city. Arranged dinner, lingered over catch up conversation at her place. A goodby hug turned into a good bye kiss, which lasted a while, and got very wet, to some groping, and soon we were naked with my mouth on her pointy small breasts, which she seemed to like, led to her sucking my cock and us fucking. I never made it back to my hotel that night. We got together again the next night. In the midst of a 69 I put my finger on her ass hole, which she really seemed to like, which led to some good anal. She was very easily orgasmic and vocal, I've never been with a woman who liked anal as much, so I left feeing like a pretty big stud.
Too bad I moved away as a kid, we would have had a good time once our parts started working as teenagers.
We got together 2x more over the next year, both weekends of marathon sex. By that time, she had found a local bf (now hubby), but in the interim she was worth waiting 50 years to fuck.

We did fly down and we did fuck them silly for 3 nights. Fun time. Now that we live in FL we're hoping they'll take a weekend and drive over to see us. They're on the east coast and we're on the west coast.