While I was dressed and my hormones were raging my little clitty would grow whenever I would see a hot guy, was a little embarrassing in school when m... clitty would get hard watching the boys on the basketball court.When I told my Mom she said "Angelica you have to tuck your clitty so the boys dont notice that youre excited".I would dream about those boys at night in my bed wearing my nightie.I would dream that the boy I had a huge crush on would be kissing me and feeling me up.His hands would. She knows that that can take over 5 hours. When I went to pick him up, he wasn't feeling well, so I just stayed and visited voicing some of my concerns over what I thought might be up. I check iCloud, and low and behold, it shows her to be at her friends house. I leave right then and her car was blatantly parked in front. Again resisted the urge to do something stupid. I left a post it note on her car saying "we need to talk, NOW!" and left for home. I called her as soon as I got home telling. She kissed me gently, but long and deep. I could feel my pussy starting to ache, I wanted her so bad. She raised her hand from mine and ran it from my neck to my breast, cupping and squeezing it gently. She pushed me back onto the bed, moving her mouth from mine to my neck. This was my weak stop, how could I ever say no now? She moved her hot, wet lips from my neck to my nipples. Taking it in turns to suck and nibble each one. I ran my fingers over her beasts. They were soft but firm.She. Her attorney looked smart and tough. Slender, focused, intense. In her early 70s.Thatcher didn’t utter a single word during the short meeting.Allen looked directly at me, “You have an FBI contact in DC.” Yes, I do. Ash Collins.I nodded. Where the fuck was this going?“Collins is more plugged into the ... power structure than you realize.”“Okay.”“Beryl Thatcher has information that will ... be of considerable interest to Collins.”“So, take it to him.”Allen was staring at me, sizing me up. Taking.