A week of so after I had arrived to visit and you were stroking my cock and balls. You suddenly sat up and looked closely at what you had been holding. "Daddy, you aren't clean-shaven any more; your hair is starting to grow back and it tickles my nose a little."
"So what do you think we should do about this situation, Baby?" I smiled.
"Well – you could shave it Daddy. Or...you could let me do it?"
The thought of having your hands massage my cock and the anticipation of trying to control my excitement and not cumming all over you both frightened and challenged me. "OK, Baby! Let's do it!"
You jumped up from the bed and told me to stay right there. As I lay there naked, I could hear running water and the opening and closing of several drawers and cupboards in the master bath. You returned - still in all your naked sensuality - carrying a shallow metal basin from which steam arose. Under your arm was a rolled up bath sheet that I knew from our showers together to be thick and soft. You asked me to roll to my side and you unrolled the towel so that it was totally under my legs and half way up my back. It was also wide enough to catch any water that might go astray on the sides. When I looked down, I saw that when you had unrolled the towel, you had spread out a small pair of scissors, a shaving brush and soap cup (haven't seen those for a while; you told me that this is what you bought for your own use and the shaving soap is very mild) and a washcloth.
You had me scoot up and you placed a pillow under my lower back so that my ass was elevated and all was displayed for you. Taking the washcloth, you soaked in the steaming water, wrung it out and wrapped my cock and balls in the soothing warmth. "This will soften your pubic area and make it more pleasurable" you told me. After allowing the warmth to settle in, you removed the cloth and inspected my cock very closely; so closely in fact that your warm breath struck my pee opening and you (quite accidentally I'm sure) blew gently into me. I jerked and my cock started to grow. "Oh no, Daddy! We can't have that!" I felt the sudden freeze on my balls as your hand – holding an ice cube that you obviously had taken from the bar fridge in the bathroom where we kept our wine for our long, languid baths together. The effect was instantaneous – I deflated immediately.
You then decided that I had not grown that much hair and set the scissors aside. Rather, you dipped the shaving brush with its silky soft bristles into the hot water and then worked up a later in the cup. I expected you to use the brush to apply the foam but you set it down and, covering your hands with the fragrant white bubbles, started to spread it the length of my cock (now instantly alert!), around the base and part way up my stomach, caressed my balls until they were covered and then reached back to cover my perineum and anus.
"Now, Daddy; we have to let that sit for a few moments to soften the hair so why don't you occupy yourself by relieving some of the pressure in my tits? Mm?"
You knee beside my head and lower your full swinging breast to my adoring mouth and I take your unbelievably full and hard nipple in my mouth and pull on it with my teeth. You spurt warm sweet milk into my mouth and after I let some escape down the side of my face, I swallow over and over! When the pressure has been relieved for you, you pull your nipple free with a slight 'plop' and looking down at, say "Bad Daddy! You spilled your milk. Now Baby will have to clean you up!"