Randy had neither; he had an absolutely flat tummy with no love handles, but without clothes you could tell he had good muscle definition. As I worked...my way down to his legs, I suddenly realized, even in the uncertain lighting and my stoned condition, that he had no body hair. I recoiled momentarily, and said, “My God, what happened to your hair?” “I don’t like having body hair,” he said. “I’ve had it all removed. I had electrolysis on my face, and I get laser removal regularly on the rest of. Tonguing his peehole, licking his frenulum, tasting his delicious precum. This went on for another 5minutes before he started moving again. My girl pushed my face up to the stall wall again and he began to throat fuck me once again, this time even harder. I could hear him moaning in pleasure from across the stall, I knew he had to be getting close.He kept ramming my tonsils with his cock head, making me salivate all over the floor. I was beginning to get impatient though, I had been servicing. She returned the smile, shook my hand and told me how Uncle Dave had said I was a great friend to them. Her hand; her hand had a warmth and softness to it that spoke of calm control, and the firmness of her handshake told me that she was a confident and self assured young woman. But then I lost sight of her. Her uncle took her to meet other people, and I was watching her closely while trying not to stare. She talked with other people at the party, flirted in some cases, with an air of. "Thanks Sandy, I could never have done thiswithout you and Jasmine."The coordinator stuck her head into the dressing room. "Jasmine, you'reup soon, " she said. I nodded and walked out to the stage door.I heard the MC yell out, "And now, Miss Rachel Baker."I was surprised to see that she was wearing a rather bouffant dressherself, something more similar to the gown I wore at the Costume Ball. It was mostly white, with a large skirt supported by netting. Shelooked stunning in it.She finished.