Both women unzipped their dresses allowing them to fall to the floor as the men took off their shirts. Within a few minutes, the four were completely ...aked. There were several gasps from the bridesmaids and groomsmen as both Darla and Dale had absolutely no pubic hair at all. Lisa and Paul had a normal amount for people in their mid to late forties. You could just barely see Lisa's slit through all her dark, curly pubs, but it appeared she did keep it trimmed."Those cocks aren't anything to. And the guy was in his Contacts so I’ve got his name and even his email. No address though, it wasn’t there.”“So who is he? Where does he work?”“He’s called Claude Simon.”“Okay! Where does he work? Have you googled him? What accounts does he have? We need a photo don’t we?”“Take it easy, Miss Hotpants, all in good time.”“Okay sorry,” she apologised, abashed.“Hey, guys.” Paul came up with his casual attitude and easy smile, in baggy cords and battered trainers, “I thought I might be early.”“Hi!. My minidress covered just enough to leave my nipples hidden, but still show my breasts - shapely and inviting. I don’t dress up like a slut. I like to leave a little to the imagination, however it wasn’t long before he was tugging my ‘easy-access’ dress down over my chest and feasting on my nipples, moaning against them. I ran my hands over the crotch of his jeans, feeling his cock harden under my touch. I had to physically push him away to get what I wanted. I wanted cock, swallowed into my. Slowly John started to calm down, just giving the occasional big sob. "Let's go to the kitchen. I'll make us some hot chocolate and you can tell me all about it!"She dried his eyes with Kleenex, got him to blow his nose. "There, that's better. And now give me a big smile!"John managed a smile and then she took him by the hand and led the way to the kitchen while John told his story in between the sniffles."Well I think you were quite right, and very brave, to not go along with gang. I will.