On a bright, cloudless Saturday, a little more than two weeks after the incident with Lucy's underwear, Becky took our daughter to the mall to buy som... clothes, a strange females-only practice involving something called a "summer wardrobe". I spent the day around the house, taking care of a handful of maintenance jobs I'd been putting off since Christmas, and setting up a special little treat for my beautiful wife. I had barely finished putting my tools away when Becky's car pulled up in the. "That'd be cool, you want to come over tonight?" Sure."Ginsberg and I coincidentally had our next class together and shared an umbrella."I don't know what I'm going to do when it's this wet and cold outside," Ginsberg remarked."You could buy a wetsuit," I suggested.He laughed off the idea and we got inside, sitting down in the back row of the German classroom. We'd both decided to pick up a new language in college. I had become pretty fluent in Latin in high school, and Ginsberg had picked up. After a minutes rest, he pulled his cock from her cunt, along with some pink tinged cum."Look guys. That's what I call a bush!!!!" He held her legs wide open and April's public hair was the center point of every-ones eyes. His cum was already dripping out of her cunt and the picture of her spread wide, covered fully by a thick brown bush, was a very erotic scene. Alex gave her a kiss on the lips and walked back to get a fresh beer.April was applauded and cheered by some of the others in the. They provided the demand. Supply and demand, that was true market forces at work. Somehow, in the tiny little minds of those frigid bitches, because he supplied the services they wouldn't or couldn't, that made him the 'bad guy.' Well, they weren't far off, but it wasn't for any of those reasons.The woman, 'Alex' she said her name was, was still yapping away. He wondered what 'Alex' was short for, but he suspected it wasn't for brevity. It didn't look like she was winding up anytime soon,.