She would breathe heavily so I knew she enjoyed what I was doing. Soon my lips would touch her wet pussy, boy it tasted and smelt real nice. Warm and ...weet juices entering my mouth. She would hold my head as I licked and touched her pussy. Tonguing her clit while entering her with a finger or two. Her juices were pouring out into my mouth, tasting so Devine ,I wanted more and more. Her hips started to thrust as I brought her to an orgasm, I held her waist so not to lose the motion , taking her. There was a naked couple fucking. As I was about to ask what the hell was going on the audio kicked in.“Do you like this baby? Do you like my dick better than Paul O’Dell’s?”“What?”“Keep watching Paul. I’m sorry.”“Come on baby, take it all.”The room looked like a hotel room and I could now see that the woman was Lynn! The video kept playing as the two switched positions and fucked all over the bed. Actually, he seemed to be throwing her around the bed and fucking her very roughly. He was in her. "I was so hot, I pulled my car to the end of the lot, got out, and stripped down. I put the bra on, picked the cutest of the three panties and put them on. Then I decided to go shopping further, so I put my shirt and jeans back on and drove away, Like I said, it was foggy and late, so no surprise nobody saw me... I drove to a Walmart and parked towards the most isolated part of the lot. I had some lingerie in my car that I had not yet removed, and decided to be a bigger sissy than I had ever. "Don't need luck!" he yelled back, flashing her a grin.In fact, he believed that. He was one of the up and coming lawyers of a generation that believed skill would make "luck" an archaic term. If that seems a bit rash, perhaps it could be said that he believed you made your own luck, rather than hoping it would stumble into your life.The case he was on the way to the courtroom to prosecute might have been considered an argument that he was wrong. Anyone else would have said he was lucky indeed.