But I want to know everything there is to know about that cunt and her husband.Jon sat across the room from me while I told my story. I could tell tha... he didn't necessarily believe me. After all, every guy who goes to prison claims to be falsely imprisoned.But I was offering him a lot of money and he seemed to sense how sincere I was. So we reached an agreement. I gave him a large retainer and answered his questions for an hour or so.I was struck by his obvious intelligence and his. I only avert my gaze to your legs.You are sat crossed legged and your dress has ridden up to reveal alot of your thigh. It makes my pulse quicken and my cock stir. You have gorgeous legs and as you know I have a weakness for stockings or tights.As we chat and laugh I place my hand on your thigh just above the knee and savour the feeling of your leg in hosiery.I stroke your leg and circle it higher and higher until I am at the hem of your dress. My finger sneeks under and I do not feel a band. . Her left hand began unbuttoning her shirt and she slipped it inside her bra and shut her eyes as she began playing with her breasts. I couldn't resist. My hand began to grab at my cock and she licked her lips, spurring me on. Then, without warning, she began to trace circles around her pussy. I inadvertently leant forward and she gently slapped her pussy. Then she slapped it again. She began to slide her middle finger in and out of her pussy while her left hand continued enjoying her breasts.. And I don't want to hear you call me 'Jerry' anymore. I'm not 'Jerry' your mother's boyfriend. I'm 'Mr. Senders', your school counselor. Understand?" Yes, yes," the girl nodded. "Mr. Senders..." Now, about third hour. It seems like you were quite busy," Jerry said as he clicked away at his laptop. The pictures Heather had given him were all so gorgeous that it was hard to choose which one to show the lovely Alina. He settled on one of her draped over a bean-bag chair. The way her legs were.