"Ms. Monroe, I was brought up in a family of lawyers who believed that one should always be willing to fight the good fight, and that belief has been ...he foundation from which my career has been built." Evelyn nodded thoughtfully. "That is an honorable philosophy, but surely you must know that one has to temper it with doing what is best for your client? Are you sure that the 'good fight' is worth seeing Miss Du Bois be incarcerated? Because I assure you, that is what will happen if this case. “he took my hand and pressed it against his cock. I don’t know why or how it happened but I instinctively opened my hand and wrapped it around his cock.”“How did you feel?” I asked, fighting off the urge to unzip my pants.“I didn’t feel anything,” she said, staring at her glass of wine. “Frank asked if I liked the feel of his cock and I just nodded. It was like being under a spell.”“I can imagine.” I muttered, gently rubbing my cock through my pants.“Suddenly I felt my joggers being pulled down. She was definitely not wearing underwear because I could feel her moist pussy in between her legs. She breathed heavily in my ear, “Put a finger in my wet pussy”. I didn’t hesitate for a second. I wondered the whole time what had happened to her husband. That question was quickly answered when the cottage screen door was slammed shut, and he came out with another beer. Of course, we shifted positions and pretended nothing had happened. I could still feel her wetness on my finger. . I grabbed the tip and lowered it slowly so she could see the whole shaft. Under her breath I could hear her whisper, 'All right." and I slipped the briefs all the way off.I coated my dick with suntan oil and smoothed it into the skin, making my unit glisten with moisture. But before I went any further, John tore off his underwear and started pumping his penis. I think he liked the show and wanted to be part of it. We sat facing one another in opposite chairs and pointed our cocks at each other.