. it allowed me to easily slide my hand up inside that dress of hers too! I was just in the middle of fingering that deliciously wet split of hers whe... dinner arrived. I started to remove my hand when I felt Dana's hand placing itself on top of mine, holding it there as the waiter placed our dinners before us. To me, I think it was pretty fucking obvious where my hand was, which I was fairly certain the waiter took notice of, especially when he smiled almost knocking over one of the wine. In all the hurry the prosecutor didn’t cover the details. The only eyewitness was the kid’s mom, and with not enough rehearsal she faltered on the stand; I was able to get her to admit she hadn’t had a good look at the perp and couldn’t be sure it was my defendant. And the forensic trail was lousy, gaps in the chain of custody; one wit after another couldn’t tie the DNA, the knife, the shoes to both my guy and the scene.And when the jury came back it was “not guilty.” I’d done it, I’d won the. "You have always been really sweet to me. I'm sorry for what I did to you. I don't deserve your kindness.”'Argh fuck, don't be nice it will make this hard,’ her mind had already started to become flustered from being in his arms, smelling that oh so familiar smell. This feeling of rage slipped through her body and she suddenly wanted to poke at him.They were still in a hug and facing each other when she asked, “What happened to the that… Erm… Girl you were seeing?”He stepped back out of her. I cursed over the secretary in mind. Dumb guy, he neither gives us the privacy to fuck nor takes an initiative to feast on me.We were on the fourth floor now and it was on top speed of lust engine now. I couldn’t control anymore and wanted to take a decision.I put up a lustiest look on face and turned towards the secretary, “Do you mind giving my friend a hand”. Needed no further invitation the secretary dragged me straight into a restroom that was on the way of the stairs in the 3rd floor? As.