Her next question, too, was predictable. "Where would you go to law school?" she asked.You'd think my Mom, high-powered Washington wheeler-dealer, mig...t have gone to Harvard or Yale, right? At least Penn, or Chicago.Actually, she'd gone to law school at the University of Wisconsin.Hey, we've all got to start somewhere. I mean, Wisconsin had a perfectly good law school. It's just that -- now -- a quarter-century later, as the Next Generation, I was expected to progress beyond that level,. Our offices are located on the seventh floor of the office complex and I have a fantastic view of a part of the city from my cabin’s picture window. It really is very soothing to be sitting up here and seeing the hustle and bustle of city life and the traffic far below from this height without the sound effects. Sometimes I feel like God, watching it. She would giggle every time I told her that. She would make all sorts of excuses to come up to my office and then stand gazing out from the. This time, she noticed. “I don’t know whether to be flattered or offended,” she said with a small smile.“I think it would be less awkward for both of us if you said flattered.”“I do too,” she said. As she said that, she reached for emergency stop button. Richard had just realized what she was doing when she pushed the button, and the elevator stopped abruptly. Richard nearly lost his balance, and Emma (purposely he guessed) fell into him, “accidently” grinding her bottom across Richards. Steven and I love you. We love you." Then Martha's pelvis ground against mine feverishly, her cunt dripping, and her pelvis went around and around and around against mine, and then she groaned. She whimpered Ronnie's name weakly, and then she started cumming. Her head rose and her mouth hung open and Ronnie's head rose with Martha's, and Ronnie smiled at her as Martha whimpered, the pitch of her voice rising, "Oh! Oh! OH!" Then Martha froze with her rapture, her cunt sucking, and sucking again,.