I looked down to see a large wet spot on her pants right between her legs. As she lay there panting, I reached down and unzipped her pants and pulled ...hem off her. Her black lace panties were soaking wet. I pulled them off and lowered my head to her hair-covered pussy. As soon as I touched her clit with my tongue she exploded.“Aagggghhhh… I’m cumming. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh…..fuck.”I had never heard Betty speak any vulgarities and I found the whole scene very erotic. I didn’t want it. “Phil, I have no idea of how to run a movie studio.”“So you’ve never sat down and thought about how you’d do things differently if you were in charge?” Phil asked.“Well, sure,” Edmonds admitted. “Anyone who has worked anywhere has thought that but not to the point where I can say I’d actually be able to do any of the things I’ve thought of.”“I’ve done a great deal of research on Lambswool in the past few months,” Phil said. “I’ve determined Lewis Steinmetz’s biggest flaw. You know he worked. "If there isn’t much sweat there in the first place, then what harm can the nylon do." The pretty girl looked slightly annoyed, "You’re pretty sure about this, aren’t you?" she said. "Well, yes," I said, trying to look cool while feeling a bit nervous about her. "Well, we do have an available sample right here, so maybe we should find out?" she said, looking first at me, then at her friend. She lifted her foot and held it in the air. "What do you think," she asked me, "Can you smell it?" . He had won several large bets apparently involving that I had not caved in to her as fast as the other women of the family had expected I would."Who is winning, by the way?" He casually asked. I had no idea."Tell you what" He suggested. "This afternoon there is an Arctic cold front coming through and it is already starting to snow up here near Brenham, in a few hours it will be also down there in Houston. If she can make it through the night sleeping outside in the snow, go ahead and 'let her.