The hands moved back up, caressing my legs and around my balls as I gently parted my legs apart a little for them to gain easier access. As one hand g...ntly cupped and caressed my balls, the other began to softly wrap their fingers around the shaft of my cock and slowly stroked upon it, pulling the foreskin back and revealing the head which was engorged by the excitement and touch upon the branch it stemmed from.I laid there, my cock being gently stroked by one hand of a girl, and the other hand. From five to five thirty, she exercised in the darkened apartment, silently. She whipped through a blinding series of calisthenics and drills, then followed that up with meditation. At Five thirty, she took a shower in the hallway bath and then unwrapped the toothbrush from last night's shopping trip and brushed her teeth. She combed her wig, replaced it in the pouch and put on a red shoulder length wig, brushing it out as well.At six, she started bread dough, then made eggs and small ham. ." he frowned, "That's a bit much to spring on them unexpected. Besides, we won't take the whole class to finish. I'm no minuteman, but I'm not going to last all class."He rubbed his chin, and I wondered if maybe he used to have a beard. He still wore a thin little mustache, like Clark Gable in Gone With the Wind, though he didn't look like Gable in any other way."You know," he continued, "the weekend assignment I had in mind was the same thing, only not 'quick' and on a different subject. I. Julie told me that while we’d been out they’d decided on a game for the evening but we needed to be shaved – down there.“Why? You mean just my cock or my balls as well?”“Everything. All I can say is that it’s so that you don’t know whose pussy is whose and we don't know whose cock is whose”. I was still none the wiser but I agreedI’ve often helped take away most of Julie’s pubes but mine have always remained sacrosanct. We managed to soap each other up and shave away everything. Of course there.