. and what woman doesn't like the idea of having a blade slide against her man's prized possessions? Especially when she is in control of it. Lol. It...'s just plain fun... and sexy. I'm all professional while handling his jewels. My problem is that I can't keep my hands or my mouth off him once we're almost done.I've found the most efficient way to shave his junk is as follows:1) A bucket of very hot water.2) Prepare your work area with ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼a. A brand new razor or blade. EVERYTIME My. She really enjoyed my company.I still couldn’t resist seeing her, I thought of saying to her about that but I was so afraid that she will hate me. She then invited me to her house for a dinner, she introduced me to her parents as her colleague.She was wearing a stunning transparent saree, I was able to see her perfectly round shaped navel and she was wearing a down blouse revealing her beautiful cleavage, I was unable to take my eyes of it. She noticed me and asked what? I said “ nothing, you. " He let himself drop to the ground. I could see two small places on his back that were bleeding slightly. I looked around for something to cover the wounds and was about to take part of my tunic when my father beat me to it by handing me a piece of his. I moved to the side of Del that was closest to the wounds and placed it over the wound and frantic that there wasn't more I could do."Del, look at me, let me take some of the pain back." No, that would be silly. The wounds are not that bad, I. And this time she had the chance to do it right.She kissed him softly, her lips blending into his, in the gentle way she always wished a guy would have done with her. His arms found their way around her, tight with longing, clutching onto her like a lifeline.The way he held her was new. He didn't try to dominate, or seize, or take her. He just held her, as if he had never had a hug in years. Maybe he hadn't.And so what if he was fat? There was something soothing about the feel of his soft belly.