Also, I wouldn’t have thought her to be the perfect trophy wife. She undoubtedly made the cocktail crowd uncomfortable whenever she was present. The...congressman was in his mid-fifties. The only possible reason to wed a girl who was barely twenty (and who looked even younger) would be for the sex. That was about it. I guessed that she could hold a meaningful conversation about the rigors of cheerleading, but not much else.“I’m doctor Herringwick,” I said, smiling. “I phoned you half an hour. "Okay stop, that is enough." When her breathing returned to normal, she looked at her brothers red face then to the front of his string tied tented gym shorts. She was still turned on by her climax and she remembered what David's dick had felt like cumming in her hand last night. She looked around quickly to make sure there was still no one around and pulled the tie string. She pulled down his shorts and his 6 inch of throbbing manhood popped out. The head looked big, purple and wet.. "He nodded.Dorothy handed him the phone.He called, "Mrs. Wallingford, it's Howie. May I speak with Brooke?"Her mother said, "I should pretend you never called or that she never wants to talk to you," she said. She called Brooke. Before Brooke got to the phone her mother said, "I am really mad at you, Buster."Howie said, "Yes maam."Brooke picked up."Hi," he said."What is it Howie?" she asked."Brooke, would you come here? Dorothy wants us all to have to talk. I want us to talk," Howie. I was in the mood and assumed the only way we could safely dance was with each other, the guys being our business associates and all. So off we went. OH MY GOD! Was I ever caught off-guard. Linda was all over me like syrup over hot pancakes. Not in an overt/obvious way mind you, but I could feel the heat if you know what I mean. It was a fast dance, but she would swing in close, touching me briefly, making eye contact, and the message contained in her gaze was unmistakable. At first.