I don't need to shave, which speedsme up, and so does not washing my hair. I'm not sure if Jo has depilledher legs and underarms, but there isn't a ra...or in the shower, even abuzz one, so I guess she must have. Pretty standard for women now, butone or two have told me they like the effort. Katie said that itreminds her that her body is still alive, whatever that means. Ihaven't depilled my face, even though I never intended to grow a beard,so I guess I sympathize. Air dry as usual, and I pick. I excused myself and went to look for Lori, also keeping my out for more beer. I couldn't find beer but helped myself to a flute of champagne from the tray of a passing waitress. I sipped at it while looking around the room, anxiously trying to spot my wife.More and more people were arriving by the minute. The apartment was near full to bursting. Then I saw Lori, just her head moving among others as she wound her way across the room, gliding between the chattering cliques. I saw her pause for a. He pointed at an item. “What about that?”Natasha followed his gaze and when she saw what he was pointing at, a smile grew on her lips. “Perfect.”“Cash or credit card?”“Cash please, and could you gift wrap it?”While Karl wrapped her gift, Natasha wondered how and when she could give her new friends the gift. She couldn’t do it in school, and neither on the street. For a moment she regretted buying it, it was an impulse buy. Walking by the sex shop she had a vision of Jenny and Marie naked in bed. Ken called out, "Jolene,fill our glasses and bring them in here." The cuckolded man rushed toserve them. He managed to open the door without spilling any wine.Lying on the bed, Ken was a picture of manly pride. Deena snuggledagainst him, her hand on his belly, possessively close to his flaccid butstill impressively large cock. They accepted their drinks and tookleisurely sips. Joey stood by the bed, feeling like the ultimate loser. Suddenly his wife giggled and pointed to his panty front,.