The taste of Lisa's juices was intoxicating. A flash of memory and insight prompted him to press down with his thumb above her clit. The shaft of her ...utton slipped back and forth beneath the digit, and he saw her toes curl in his peripheral vision.Her cries grew ever louder and higher in pitch by the moment. He tried every trick he knew, and experimented with a few things he'd noticed while she was going down on his wife. Her bucking hips trying to crush her folds against his lips were a fine. If I kill you no judge or jury is going to let me skate. When they find out why I killed you they might be sympathetic and let me plead down to a lesser charge, but I'd still go to jail and I don't want that. On the other hand I have every reason to believe that a jury will find me not guilty or at least let me walk with minimum penalty if all I do is fuck you up. You said it yourself Tim. If anyone had done to you what you did to me they would be buried, right? The jury will think the same way. They stopped short of the jacket and neck tie, at least. Now I was about to find out it was all or nothing!She's wasn't bad looking, Miss Mitchell, kind of skinny, on the tall side. You couldn't tell a lot about her figure, 'cause she usually wore a suit. You know, a skirt that came below her knees, a white blouse with a sort of fluffy bow tie and a jacket like a blazer. She wore her hair short and it had a touch of silver in with the gold, so I guess she was a natural blond.She was kind of. Her cleavage was fully visible. I understood that she didn’t wear any bra today. Her boobs were wheatish in color and were bouncing up and down with her movements. She caught me staring at her boobs and winked at me and asked me what I was looking at. I replied her that I have never seen something beautiful than those two. I complimented her by saying her future husband would be the luckiest man on earth.Since my fucking goddess seena aunt had gone to her native place in Palakkad, I had been.