Firstly I phoned my solicitor. I know it was Saturday, but since he was also one of my best mates I knew his phone number. ‘David, it’s Jack.’ �...�Hi Jack,’ David always greeted me that way, a standing joke. ‘I know what this call is about and I’m really sorry, but I can’t represent you. Diane came to me to file. I told her I couldn’t handle the case because of conflict of interest, so I called in my partner and he’s dealing with her.’ ‘Shit…’ David cut in before I could say anything more. ‘Fret. There isn’t any guy in the prison. It’s been years since my pussy has seen any action.” Patricia cooed sultrily into Howard’s ear. Howard found his cock slowly rising to Patricia’s flirtation, despite his effort to not do so. His briefs turned into a tent. Patricia clearly noticed his bodily reaction and gave his engorging member a light stroke. “Emm…he’s getting hard.”“You bitch. You better not touch my husband!” Sandra shrieked wildly. She struggled hard against the restraints. “Let’s see. He kissed me goodnight. I told him I’d see him tomorrow; I was applying for a job at the sheriff’s office. He gave me a big smile and I closed the door and headed to the barn. I stood for a moment and listened as his truck pulled away. I flipped on a table lamp and turned on the television; it was extremely quiet and I liked a little noise. I rummaged through my bags for something to sleep in. I grabbed my pink shorts, a tank top and then took a shower. I lay across my bed and flipped through. Now these manifold steps would be accompanied by her body movements. Every time she would bend I got a chance to see her well rounded butt with her saree at times going inside the crack at times when she would bend from the front her pallu which was fastened to her peti coat would give me a view of her small melons hanging. The rinse action would firm up her breasts and accentuate them. The wave hard in air would give me a side view. The hoisting step would give me a view from her blouse down.