I slipped my hand on to her knee and gave it a slight pull; she reluctantly allowed her legs to part; as my hand worked slowly up her thigh and on to ...her hairy pubic bush. "That will have to go!" I remarked.Then my fingers found her clit and stroked it as I found her already open cunt lips; I slipped the finger in to her cunt. Her eyes shot wide open and Karen smiled at her, saying "He has a way with women, don't you think?"Carol could only nod.I then withdrew my finger and held it up to Karen. It was our tenth wedding anniversary and my husband, Jeremy, who is 13 years my senior and partner in a city centre law practice had had one of his ‘senior moments’. We had just been finishing our meal at the hotel restaurant when his face paled. For one brief moment I thought it was a heart attack. He began to tap the breast pocket of his navy blazer before exclaiming, “Oh my God!”“What is it, darling?” I implored, leaning forward over the table.“I’ve left the blasted tickets back at home.”To. I talked to my wives about it and they agreed with me that the people in Washington were not to be trusted to deal with the Cherokee Nation honestly.I began thinking we had to prepare to defend ourselves against invasion. I began thinking about four pound field pieces and gattling guns. I also thought about bolt action long range rifles.I got up the next morning and told my wives that I wanted to go to visit Mr. Weiss. We got our things together and went for a visit.We had a nice trip and. So, no, the fourteen-year old lolita couldn’t recall her birth father at all. He had barely managed to impregnate her mother, and that only with the aid of a certain blue pill. He died two weeks later, of congestive heart failure, resulting in her middle name of Postuma, Latin for a child born after its father’s demise. Evidently, he had ignored the health warnings about side effects to his own peril.She was a truly delicious Slavic honey, dirty-blonde hair, just the right shade of hazel eyes,.