.." "I know what you meant!" Sam had always enjoyed torturing Jon. Just a tad. She remembered a time, a while ago, when Sam had only been recently int...oduced to the world of sex and other enthralling subjects. The year before... "Wanna go on a picnic Sammy?" said Jon. "Why not? We could always fool around." Samantha hadn't learned how to be tactful yet. "Dang girl! I'll bring the food and drinks. You... don't wear a bra. Or panties." His smile played across his face with lightning speed.. S. District Court on Stewart. It’s the kind of building that you’d think would be corporate headquarters for a next generation dotcom company. It sits on close to three acres and rises 23 stories of glass and concrete into the sky, with a naturalistic monolith in its central courtyard, and a roof that looks like something off The Flying Nun.It was just nine o’clock when we entered the building and I was already getting antsy—not for the opening arguments, but for what I’d put Riley up to while. The smooth legs and curving hips. Thrust. Before he knew it, he was moaning, still no response from the inanimate girl. He soon came, thrusting his cock deep in once more, and filling Trish with his cum. That’s when he heard the door open. He was still inside the fake blonde’s cunt when he turned his head and saw the woman from earlier. They were room-mates. Shit. He thought as he quickly slid out of Trish and leapt off the bed. The woman had already disappeared by the time he looked back at. How he'd slide his cock inside me.Asking him if he liked knowing that I'm a whore and about how my teacher had fucked me and how much I'd loved it and how he would have loved to watch.When he finished jacking off he went to freshen up and while he was away I re read the dialogue and cringed.We have slowed down a bit now, just chatting about general stuff.But I want him, want his cock, and want to run my hands over him. I think of him fucking me when I finger myself.I have friends up in.