You’re quite well known and you’ve handled some really big cases. Does it bother you to deal with criminals every day?”I thought for a moment e...en though I’d been asked that question before, most recently by a law class at Fordham. “Our system of law requires a rigorous defense. I’m always expected to do my best. Mostly, I’m like a referee in a basketball game, making sure that the other side follows the rules. The media describe this as getting the client off on a technicality, but in a. " That's pretty amazing--you in a dress." Stop it," I said playfully."Seriously, we would have been goners if you hadn't figured that out.You know, that could be a very useful part of your repertoire," he saidthen, pausing. My eyes left Liz and found him looking up in the sky witha sad look on his face."Thinking about your sister?" Good guess, or are you reading my mind." No Jim, just a guess. I can help you, but you need to know how itworks. It's not a sure thing and still requires detective. Her body quivered when my finger touched her clits. Then, I slowly stuck my finger into her pussy hole and began darting it in and out of her hole in sync with my cock going in and out of her asshole.While we were at it, I was staring at her on the mirror and I could see that she was in ecstasy. Sometimes, she would move her butt forward and sometime, backward. But my finger and my cock never relented in going in and out of her. When her body quivered and jerked, I felt my finger wrapped with. The rest of the night I watched my parents fool around, while I eagerly jerked off. Now with school finally over, I hurry home. Inside I see mom heading towards the garage with a basket of laundry. She's in a loose, light blue dress she likes to wear around the house. "Hi, mom," I say, noticing she isn’t wearing a bra. "How was school?" She asks. "It was fine. Lots of homework." She turns around and continues towards the garage. "I'll be making dinner in a bit. Spaghetti good?" "Sounds good..