She giggled "No, I was raised a good Christian girl." The crowd exploded again, "So does that mean you're a virgin too?" The host asked. "Yeah, I'm a ...irgin" she said with a big smile. That got an even bigger reaction from the crowd."Who all are you here with to celebrating?" Asked the host. "Eight of my friends from college" she waved to a group of guys and girls near the front of the stage. "I bet some of those guys would kill to get a peek at those tits wouldn't they?" The host smiled.. In addition to the invitation to Russell's wedding, there was another letter from Heather. I noted the name of the bride, Abigail Lucinda Kershaw, before opening Heather's letter. In two short paragraphs, she let me know that I was shirking my responsibilities. The last sentence substantiated my opinion that she had a flair for melodramatics. 'Does being rich buy you the right to forget about the way mom and I sacrificed to give you the many advantages?'"Huh?" I said before looking at the. She knew the answer would have to be yes, but then pressed her to explain in graphic detail how each would go. I was amazed how well she knew me by now, explaining just what I would say or do with each story. She began to breathe deeper and when she turned her head to look away, I grabbed her face firmly jerking it back to position where her eyes met mine. “You are not to look away from me”, I instructed. “Now, look into my eyes, and answer again so I can hear you”. She repeated her answer as. .I said i cut my pubic hairs to more or less 1cm and shave totally the hairs of my balls. Her eyes started looking at my swim suit and you could see a bit of my cock. I couldnt believe it. Her reaction was to tell me that her husband and generally speaking the man in her age do not shave at all. I said with a small smile my wife doesnt like to have hairs in her mouth...she said of course not, who likes this and pointed her shaved pussy. Then I figured sitting so close to her that she had shaved.