Clint wouldn’t let her shave it.“Don’t you want to eat this cunt?” Mom asked as she bent over me, shaking her rump at the married MILF. “Com... on, Ruth. If I had any idea you were a carpet muncher, I would have been enjoying you for years.”Mrs. Armstrong moaned. She licked her lips. Her hands crept up to her boobs.“I’d watch where you touch yourself,” I purred. “Those hands are getting close to your boobies.”“Oohs, show us those titties,” Mom groaned, her body shaking. Her swaying breasts swung. "Why don't you give me your phone number?" Jim asked as Charlotteleft the car."Why don't you give me yours?" she replied. He recited his number."I'll remember it," she said. Jim sped off, and Charlotte got intoher car.As she drove, she felt ashamed on several counts. She had donesomething only a woman should do, though she wasn't really a woman.Moreover, she had done something that no married woman should everdo. How guilty can a person feel? Ken will never find out aboutthis, she told. The jets felt good on her back, but Jessie had another idea. She was feeling a little horny and wanted to ease some of the tension in her pussy as well. Jessie was still a virgin. She had only gone so far as to let a boy finger her…once. She did like to play with herself though. So she pulled aside her bikini bottoms and positioned her pussy over the jet. Damn that felt good she thought as she gyrated her hips. After several minutes of this Jessie needed more, she wanted to be. ”“What happened with Callie’s testimony?” I asked.“She tried to claim that Bart raped her and you tried to seduce her, but the statement from Miss Blanchard and the letter that Miss Clarke wrote made those claims difficult to support.”“Elyse wrote a letter?” I asked, pleasantly surprised.“Unsolicited. She described everything that happened, including the fact that she pushed you to go after Callie. She had a private meeting with Dean Stauffer to explain that, so I don’t know what she said, but.