"Julia hung up, filled me in on what the salesman had said (I've included it above), then told me, "This is fun! I can see why Mom likes this game. Le...'s head home." We're not going to talk with the salesmen here?" Not today." So we're not going to be buying a car today?" We'll tell them we'll sleep on it overnight. That's what Mom recommended. They want to push us forward as fast as possible, so taking it slowly disrupts their game plan."In the car, Julia's phone rang. She checked the call was. I don't know about Kansas but here in California the wait in DMV can be interminable. Take a bottle of water with you, too." That bad?" That bad and then some."The meal was as good as we'd come to expect and the tiramisu was outstanding. It was too bad that they didn't have it on the take out menu; it was an in-house item only. I'd asked about it before and the manager said it was too difficult to make for takeout. They'd tried it before and people would just get the tiramisu instead of a full. Although I was the man of the house, there was precious little I would deny my Madeleine. Considering what happened, maybe I should have said no. It wasn’t until the middle of March that Madeleine received the go-ahead from her doctor to resume sexual relations, and we were almost giddy at the prospects that awaited us that night. We had actually had dinner out that evening at a café around the corner from our apartment, and Madeleine leaned her head on my shoulder as we walked down to the. ? I felt a little envy. Jill?s hands were busy too, soaping Brigitte?s ass. She kneeled down and did her legs, her hands cruising over Brig?s shaved lips.?Do you want me to shave you?? Jill said, and when Brigitte enthusiastically agreed, she took my razor and pulled her lips apart, removing fine stubble. Brigitte turned around, and bent over exposing her asshole, which Jill first slowly lathered, sticking a finger up her puckered hole and slowly pulling it out, and then slowly shaving her.