On TV it’s called “Lawyering up” and it always seems to be depicted as meaning the perpetrator gets to walk free and avoid questioning. That’s...not the case at all. You can compel a suspect to sit down while you ask questions. He can refuse to answer those questions, but he has to sit through them. His lawyer can advise him not to answer, but both of them have to sit there while you ask the questions. The thing is, that even if you don’t answer verbally, your body language may be screaming. A. Hot Damn I thought as the passionate kissing continued. Her scent was intoxicating and her skin tasted so good as I frenched her ears and licked her neck. I tried to massage her breast and she held my hand back. Each time I moved my hand closer to her breast it would get a little closer that it had the time before. Soon my hand was gently massaging her hard nipples. As I tried to move my mouth down to her nipples to lick and suck them she held my head back with her free hand. I reached to put. I did not react to his comment and that seemed to make both boys more agitated, as I sat there with my school uniform skirt riding mid-thigh and my legs relaxed and open. My b*****r continued to pile more pressure on the boys, who were obviously virgins and had never been with a girl, my eyes had already picked-up that all of them were highly excited, as their hard-ons were so fucking obvious, especially my b*****rs, I knew he had a big cock. Then out of the blue he asked me to pick one of his. She bent her knees slightly brushing her nipples against my chest and opened her legs allowing me better access to her wetness. Kelley let out another soft whimper and I felt her body quiver as I pushed further, parting her wet outer lips and sliding a finger inside her. My thumb moved up her moist slit to find her hooded clit as I wriggled my finger inside her. Kelley's whimpers turned to heavier sighs as she leaned against my shoulder and rocked back on my finger, pressing my thumb against.