"Yeah, nah, not my business," I waved it away.We both sat down in absolute awkward silence for what seemed like eternity.It was hardly a minute though...at most, and my eyes seem to wander at his crotch, where I could still see his visible erection, creating a canopy in his pants. He noticed my eyes and adjusted it so that it would look even bigger. A risky move on his part, which surprised and aroused me at the same time."Dont worry Sadi, I won't tell Dad if you won't," he winked at me"What do. Her dad handed her hand to the groom. Standing before the preacher the video cameras were recording. The 96-degree temperature contributed to everyone in attendance sweating, make-up starting to run. Wouldn’t you know it? A long-winded preacher. The camera catches wet and aggravated faces. ‘Can you believe this fucking preacher?’ Was the look that everyone had. The best man was in a suit, hot and bored, watching a plane fly overhead. The preacher spent the better part of an hour trying to. . The razor was there...In only a couple of minutes, I had removed all the hair from my pits.My leg and arm hair has has always been very sparse and light and soft, so I didn't consider going to town on those. Now the only significant hair on my entire body was on my head. It was weird, but I relished the erotic sensation of feeling so un-masculine. Once more my cock stood to attention and I couldn't resist stroking it. There was a knock on the bathroom door. "Hey, Robbie, is that you in. “No, thank you. I’m parched. Water sounds better at the moment.”“All that heavy breathing made you thirsty.”She grinned. “No doubt.”After they’d both had their fill, they went back inside, where Mac suggested they snuggle on the couch. Then he pulled her hairbrush out of the pocket of his robe and said, “I believe I owe you a serious hair brushing session.”Grace beamed. “Oh, you are pulling out all the stops tonight, aren’t you?”“I just want you to feel happy and loved.”She turned to face him.