“What....what happened to the hair?” she managed to get out in between gasps. I had forgotten that I shaved my ball fro a few days prior. “I sha...ed it off.” I said. “so I could be like you.”“I always have because I don’t like how it gets caught in my zipper.” she replied.“Guys like it when girls are shaved” I said.“I like it when you are shaved,” she said, “It makes it look so much bigger!”“That it does.” I remarked, attention now back on my still partly enveloped cock. I could see in her eyes. Zarina brushed my sweaty hair ever so gently and kissed my reddish cheeks lovingly.I was caressing her boobs. I raised her thighs, and then saw that her juices, my semen and her blood were dripping from her cunt. Then she got up and went to the bathroom to clean her cunt. Five minutes later, when she came out there were expressions of satisfaction on her face. On the other hand, Sara grabbed my cock and took me to the bathroom and washed it. Sara sucked cock and clung to me. We were standing. Actually you'll be showing a lot more leg than the girlsin their dresses will," she chortled.My morale hit rock bottom at this point, and I offered no resistancewhen she brought out the white shirt. But it wasn't a shirt --shepulled it over my head and put my arms through the large puffed upsleeves and then started doing up a row of small buttons up the back -- it was really a blouse. It had a row of frills around the neck atthe front and down the middle, and lace around the end of thesleeves,. It was heavy, thick hair which framed his face and flewaround everywhere as he walked. He was constantly using a finger to tuckit behind his ear - even though he knew what a feminine and flirtygesture that was - he just couldn't help himself. If he didn't it wasalways in his eyes.He could feel the lipstick on his lips and the makeup on his face. Doinghis makeup in the morning was now practically automatic, he didn't evenremember doing it (except, of course, when he put his lipstick on andsaid.