He placed the papers down on the desk and pulled up another chair for me to sit on. I sat down next to him and leaned in slightly as he started to exp...ain the work to me. His words washed over me for the next hour or so, all I could focus on was the deep sound of his voice. It truly was melodic and could probably lure any girl into a cocoon of orgasms like it was almost doing to me now. His hands turned the papers, and looked so big and gentle, and I imagined them exploring every part of my. I ask her if she is a squirter and she says yes and she's sorry. I tell her nothing to be sorry about, I like it messy. I continue to pound her and decide to take advantage of her orgasm skills.I pull my pussy slicked cock out of her and lift her legs and begin licking her soaked pussy clean. She says, please I thought we were going to talk. I pause to tell her, I'm talking to your pussy right now and I want to taste what it has to say! I dive back in slurping her treat. She keeps saying my. ”“I see what you mean. I guess I’m just asking are you open to the possibility? Maybe she won’t be interested. If she is, maybe we could see a lawyer, draw up some sort of an agreement to protect her interests.”“I’m still not sure,” he said, “but I guess I’m not unalterably opposed to the idea. Let me sleep on it, we have until she gets back to decide if we want to ask her, and maybe she won’t be interested.”“That works, I guess,” I said though I was vaguely disappointed, and we left it at. She could not wait to get home and upstairs to her bedroom so she could read more of that notebook, and of course play around like all girls play around. She wanted to see what was on his mind. She wanted to “feel” in her room. She wanted to “feel” his lips and his tongue up inside her pussy and she so badly wanted to masturbate knowing that it was that hunk of a man, her brother in law Frederick. As she read it, she imagined his tongue inside her panties, and before too much longer she found.