She asked me in her sweet voice giving a cute smile, “Madam, do you want me to wax your pussy?”.Her face was so cute I was not able to refuse to t...at face so I said yes.She moved her hand slowly up my skirt, rubbing my thighs. With her finger, she rubbed my wet patch, held my underwear and slowly slid it down.She touched my pussy with her bare hands and said, “It’s all wet, I need to clean it before waxing”. She took some tissue and started cleaning my juices. While cleaning my juices, she was. We are talking about some really serious money, like curing cancer or stopping malaria or something. I have absolutely no idea. I mean, the numbers are just staggering! I’m not talking about making the kids’ school a little better. With the amount I can spend, I could buy every school in the state, and have enough left over to buy the school buses, too! What do you think we should do?”Marilyn just stared at me, dumbfounded. I don’t think she ever really comprehended the financial resources I. Almost every day, Jake had some Happy Hour gig at some bar/restaurant, so the late afternoons and early evenings were tied up. The boat charters varied, but were most often on Thursdays through Sundays, with a few exceptions here and there. He went to the library on Monday, but it was closed. He went on Tuesday afternoon, but he didn’t see her, same on Wednesday. He didn’t want to ask for her in case somebody would notice and want to talk about it. He went back on Thursday morning, and again,. I entered the house and Cyndi shouted “In here.” And I followed her voice to the living room. She was sitting on a love seat and was enjoying grey goose.After returning her key, I was about to leave when Cyndi said to me that she knew that we all thought that Carl was an asshole. She had met Carl almost twenty years ago and for all that time he had been fucking her. And in all that time she had only had three orgasms. But none from him. He had fucked her body and her mind and her spirit. She.