I dropped to the floor and began crawling toward the enticing picture between Carol's legs. Both her knees were forced apart as far as the desk drawer... would allow. Her flaming-red cunt hair pointed to a very red, sopping slit. Her fingers were busy rotating against her clit. Occasionally they dipped down and thrust up into her body. A few strokes and my beautiful, red-headed wife smeared the moisture collected on her fingers over and around her aroused clit.I got close enough I knew I could. " Okay. What can I do for you then?" I asked, genuinely confused aboutwhere she was heading with this call."I think I need to have it cut again." Why? You said it looks great. What's the problem?"She sighed before she responded, "Every time, she does my hair everyone of my friends tell how pretty or cute it looks, but nobody saidanything this time. I guess what she did wasn't noticeable."I wish this was the first time I had a call like this, but it was noteven close. I shook my head. It was appropriate to the car and the car got a lot of attention, between having the two tone paint, wire wheels, Michael Jackson waving gloved hands, and Heavy Chevy on the airfoil. We had that car for 13 years. I couldn’t kill the thing. It was a tank, gave me 17 miles in the city and 26 miles on the highway. When I think of my Heavy Chevy, I think of my children growing up and the taking them for day trips to the water park, amusement park, and all day outings. It was great having a car. I let her drive I was so wasted from my cajoling and shoving and begging.Arriving there, we sat down at the little table, set up for two. He was just across from her at a similar table. He was ignoring her. That pissed me off so much. What a S.O.B., to think that I wanted to get them together, and he was being such a jerk.I finally went up behind him and gave him a nudge. He looked at me then over by Cindy and finally saw her. 'GOOD, asshole!' I thought to myself. 'You do have a brain of some.