Even I have seemed my naked wife everyday. Today she is different. She has shaved her pussy clean and smooth. The perpendicular crack of her VW pussy ...as exposed to us. (It had been many times, I told her to shave her pubic hair but she never did. Today she has done it). I asked her why. She smiles “to make you happy as you ask for it and also to welcome a new friend”.Her breasts are firmed and large with hard standing-out nipples. Bruce tries to move forwards to touch Mary’s breast. She steps. I then leaned back and my mouth made contact with his ear. I gently bit and then sucked on his earlobe for a brief second."I'll try to look presentable for you tonight," I whispered sexily into his ear.I stood upright and walked into the master bedroom. I could feel his eyes on my ass as I disappeared from his sight.I walked over to the bed and picked out a matching red lace bra and thong panty set. I looked again through the dresses and chose a short, black sequin, v-neck dress, that would go. Donovan was walking down O'Connell Street in Dublin when she met up with Father Flaherty.The Father said, 'Top O the mornin' to ye! Aren't ye Mrs. Donovan and didn't I marry ye and yer hoosband two years ago?'She replied, 'Aye, that ye did, Father.'The Father asked, 'And be there any wee little ones yet?'She replied, 'No, not yet, Father.'The Father said, 'Well now, I'm going to Rome next week and I'll light a candle for ye and yer hoosband.'She replied, 'Oh, thank ye, Father.'They then parted. I miss him.She checked her compass. It wasn’t pointing towards the tunnel. But it was moving. Swinging from the north. Slowly, but surely, moving west. She saw a group of men moving towards the tunnel. Their leader was dressed like a businessman down on his luck – suit astray, shirt untucked, hair unkempt. He looked forlorn. The one beside him on the other hand was animated with a frenzy, all smiles with the charm of a shark.In the businessman’s arms, a man – no, a boy, lay still. The compass.