”“Would you like another taste?” Lisa said coyly, teasing.John could only nod. Lisa dropped her panties and took John’s hand. She guided him u...der the hem of her night dress, up her thighs to the top of her legs. John moaned as his fingers grazed the outer lips.“You’re so wet baby…” Their foreheads pressed together as he slipped his middle finger between the folds. Now she moaned. John went deeper, until she pulled his wrist away, and forced his finger into his own mouth. He sucked her juices. She got off big time telling me how much she loved the feeling of sperms being spurted inside her no matter from what cock. It felt so essentially female. That’s where sperms belonged, she believed, not out on her belly or tits. The color of the cock didn’t matter one bit either.I loved her sexual philosophy. Pointing to her crotch, she says, “No dude will ever own this. If you want to enjoy it, just take your turn.”We bonded immediately and screwed four times that night. I couldn’t get over. "Have her read in fifteen minute," Bill told the two women. They just nodded.---We spent the rest of that day driving through small towns up around Santa Rosa. Bill seemed to know every deviate from Marin to the Oregon state line and we visited half of them.The setup was always the same. We would arrive at a bar on the outskirts of a small town. There would be twenty-five or thirty people there, all men and not one you'd want dating your daughter. A variety of drunks, perverts and derelicts,. You could easily offend a judge or jury with those kinds of antics.”“Yes, I know. We’ll worry about it when we get that far. Right now, Littleton is in his office, seething mad. And I think that’s a good thing. It’ll ruin his preparation and he’ll be beside himself that Zimmer basically forced him to take a back seat when I’m being questioned or deposed. And I bet those two fight about it, too. I assume you saw him cross questions off his list?”“Yes. Could you read those? I know you read the.