Emma didn’t comment but she’d had to hold his rod out of the way as she was shaving him.Now, she moved on to that rod. She scraped the razor acros... the stray hairs at the base of his member, being careful to not let the razor actually touch his penis. She didn’t know it, but Brent was terrified of the razor moving around down there. He made sure not to let it show much as Emma didn’t show her fear.His scrotum was last. Emma pulled the skin out as tight as she could without hurting him. She held. As Derek’s hands drifted closer and closer to her most private place, Emma’s breathing quickened and she could smell her own arrousal in the confined room. While that was sort of embarrassing, it also turned her on even more for some reason. ‘Why don’t you touch your breasts?’ Derek breathed as he leaned down to kiss her right thigh. She did as he suggested, with a bit of embarrassment, tweaking first one nipple, then the other as Derek’s hot kisses moved closer and closer. He adjusted his. The participants are imaginary; their actions have no negative consequences other than those portrayed in the story. The story is intended for entertainment only and should not be emulated in the real world.SURELICK HOMES said, sounding quite excitedly for him, "Whatsin, you look absolutely ravishing!"Whatsin, looking at himself in the full-length mirror, had to agree. Homes had outdone himself in the female disguise arena. It was impossible for Whatsin to believe that the lovely creature. “For now, anyway,” she added. She addressed Bobby. “Can you dance, cowboy?”She was making reference to Bobby’s attire. He had chosen a western shirt and jeans, with boots. He had checked a jacket at the front door. It was cold and windy outside.“I’ll try not to step on your toes too often,” he said.“You just be home by one or two,” said Millie. She was staring at Bobby too.Millie was the one who had first told Felicity about Bobby Dalton and suggested that he might be the answer to a problem.