"That's in there, right?" I asked as I pointed to her pussy which was wonderfully going up and down on me."Right in there, little brother," she said a... she patted her abdomen. "You like my idea?" she asked, I'm sure knowing my answer in advance."I love your idea, oh, more than you can ever know. I just never dreamed..." Well, we'll have to be careful but when we can be alone, really alone, we can do this now."I think I'd have to be an English professor to know enough words to describe how good. "Please," she said, "call me Ilsa. Ilsa Lund. I always think it vulgar to mention my husband's name at times like these."Freddie sat down at the end of the bed. "Vulgar to mention his name but not to appear naked in another man's bed, Miss Lund?" He was intrigued by the woman, not least because it had been an Ilsa Lund that Rick had been seeing in Paris. If this was the same woman he wondered what had happened in the intervening time. How come she was now married to Lazlo? When had she and Rick. So I guess he didn't feel threatened by me taking her home, so we left, she lived about 25 miles away from the club, and so we got to her house, Come in and have some coffee I said okay. She asked me to make the coffee when it finish, she wanted to go and check on the k**, so when she came back in the kitchen she had on a see through nightgown, she was a little overweight but dam!! She look good, she asked me was I uncomfortable I said no, I know he had a girl there, that's why he had you to. "I should say so, you definitely need a bush trim" I looked down at my pussy. The hairs were starting to sprout out."Thats not what I had on my mind" I said laughing."So what's the problem" I have no fresh clothes to wear " I answered"Oh that's no problem, I can fix you up girl but you do need that pussy shaved" I know, I said but I nick the hell out of it when I shave it, blood everywhere" Come over here" she told me, as she walk to the dining room table. She quickly removed the place mats. ".