Say hello to Charlie for me." Sure, Ryan. Feel better, ok?"Her husband, Charlie Riggs, was a local hero on talk radio. He was half comedian, half righ...t wing mouthpiece. Very popular in Chicago, and I knew he held political aspirations for the future, but right now, he was just happy making people laugh and subtly poisoning their minds with the Tea Party agenda. In some ways, Charlie Riggs was more dangerous than anyone else I knew. When you laugh, you find yourself agreeing subconsciously. I do. I expertly continued to shape her pubic hair into a small "pencil thin" strip of fur shaped into a "V", directly above her clitoris. I cleaned away the excess cream and stepped back to look at my handy work. We both smiled at each other and laughed a little. The "V" formed an arrow pointing directly to where my dick should repeatedly go! I had every intetion of fucking that sweet tasting pussy as many times as my dick could. "Rub your pussy", I said. She began to tickle her pussy with her. .?- Im yours...I mean (she blushed..and she made that pause on purpose, so I can notice it, subliminar sex message) Im part of your team now.(which kind of sexy accent is that one?)- Oh, ok. Welcome onboard. We have an appointment later on. Confused, I lead myself to dumb basement room (who decided to create that?)While I started to go downstairs and entering the room, I realized..nobody was on that floor. I took a look into wall, written "Just for meeting purposes, entire floor under. She also told me that she hadn't been fucked since the birth - her husband was too afraid to fuck her so soon after the birth. This was sending her crazy - she just wanted to be fucked. I was going to bring her wishes to fulfilment.I had a full belly of her milk, so I suggested that she move around and mount my cock as I laid on the sofa."Oh goody" she exclaimed as she straddled me, positioning my cock at the entrance to her pussy canal.She eased down slowly, taking me gradually into her snug.