I don’t know why, but my girlfriend was in a particularly good mood, humming to herself over our light breakfast and moving around with a definite s...ring in her step. Vacation time was already doing us good, I was thinking. We had lunch outside, in the shadow of a large sun umbrella, to protect us from the forthcoming heat of another beautiful day. The pool was sparkling in the light, and the town around us was quiet and drowsy. The surrounding houses had their shutters closed, and it seemed as. I’m sure he’d look for some way to make it an ethics violation and try to have me censured, maybe even disbarred. Fucking one’s own client was, after all, very much frowned upon, but in this instance, it was the client’s sexual aggressiveness that was the issue being considered, and that’s what I was trying to demonstrate. Anyhow, as I had to keep reminding myself, Aunt Margie was my client, not Dagmar. Well, I was going to have to rely on Judge Wilmer to have my back if that happened. She has. My eyes were still closed but I could feel your fingers and mouth bringing me back to life and god it felt good. You notice me stir but don't stop, instead you twist you body round so you are now on top of me and your pussy just above my lips making it plainly obvious what you want me to do. I start to explore with my tongue, pushing it in your wetness and tasting our combined love juices from earlier and as I do you drop lower so I can push my tongue deeper inside. I combine this with gently. As I started to back off I heard a deep moan come from above me and heard a voice calling out ‘damn Bobby that’s so fucking good. Don’t stop please don’t stop.’ Those words were music to my ears. Me, I’m Bobby and the guy getting ready to fuck my face is Trey my dorm suite mate. This was never supposed to happen. I had done such a good job for two years of keeping my sexual orientation private at college. I play on the college baseball team the last thing I need is for the guys to find out I.