Living with her exboyfriend when we met. I wonder who was in the car. I have to pee so I go to our bathroom. She likes me to sit to pee so I don't spr...nkle on the rim. As I sit there I notice her sexy french cut lace panties on the floor. It's been a few weeks since we had sex other than me licking her pussy till she comes and I jack myself off. I love the way she tastes, always so wet and creamy, and when she comes she rubs her clit all over my face. I reach down and pick up her panties, they. Then she noticed that one wall of M’s office was lined with nothing but photos of her famous father, posing with world leaders, with movie stars, and especially, with lots of scantily-clad women. But then, publicity and women had always been her father’s style. She hadn’t been in M’s office since here dad brought her there once as a little girl, but it looked pretty much as she remembered it from that one visit in the 1960s, when her father was just reaching the peak of his Cold War spying. Yeah." Not my wife." She shaves her bikini line." Yeah, but she's not gonna shave more than that." She has, surely." Not since I been with her." Shut-up. Never?" Nope. I've asked her to and she refuses. Said she did for a guy she was fucking during college and that it itched like crazy growing back. She said she swore she'd never do it again." So she's never shaved her pubes for you?" No. I've asked her to several times." I'm just ... Wow."I shrugged again, "I gave up awhile ago."She was quiet,. Mrs. Butler called the other night asking and hoping you were still with me." Ed didn't say anything for a few seconds before he continued."And then there is me. I am going to do everything possible not to break Cindy's heart. So you go to bed and stop worrying. Okay? Now how are you feeling? You aren't trying to do more than you should are you? George would skin me alive if you did." No, I'm being good and I feel better today than yesterday. I think I'm almost well. I forgot to ask, but may I.