I'm filming. Be nice. Buck! Call my Mom. Mrs. Paige. I thought you were going to see your sister. Aunt Peg. What happened?" said Daryl. "She was busy ...onight. Your Dad at work. I figured you were in the basement sleeping. Thought I get my drink on..." said Daryl Mom."Mom! You should not be drinking by yourself." said Daryl. "Your both here now. Join me. Relax Junior. Take a break from always being so up tight. Your like your Dad. Very bossy, all the time. What's your name again sweetie? How do. I had now got my breath back and cooled down as I headed for the bathroom. I always felt slightly randy after exercise and looked forward to a gentle right-hand session in the shower. My cock was stirring in my shorts at the thought of this. I got to the bathroom, locked the door and stripped of my running gear. My cock stuck out straight begging for attention.I picked up my sweaty running clothes off the floor and was about to put them in the laundry basket in the corner of the room. I lifted. What a sweet and touching sight it was to see her seated on a side bench, her head resting and using Trish’s willing shoulder as a pillow, as she caught a quick and much-deserved nap. Trish, of course, just sat idly by and did not dare move a muscle. She did not want to disturb and/or rouse Lindsay at all. I cannot stress just how innocent and defenseless, with her mouth slightly ajar, the 18-year-old from Cincinnati looked right now as she used Trish’s shoulder as her own, personal stanchion.. "Counselor," she said and gave a curt nod."Counselor," I repeated and gave a nod of my own."Dude, who was that?" Jake asked. He watched as Sandra walked into the courtroom. I had to admit her ass looked good in the skirt she had worn."Opposing counsel," I said. "Don't get too friendly. The next time you see her she might be trying to send you to jail," I warned."Fuck that," Jake laughed. "It might be worth it. I wonder who the lucky fuck is who gets to tap that fine piece of..." Watch it," I.