They had made sexual jokes with each other before, but now he was actuary going to fuck her.Her breath grew shallow as she felt the heat of his grease... stained hands on the tender, white flesh of her thighs, his coarse fingers opening her up, slowly, gently massaging her tissues until, horrible as it was, she could feel her sexual juices beginning to flow. His fingers were so warm and coarse that it was like rubbing herself with a hot washcloth. She could feel her clitoris beginning to grow. "OK, baby. I'LL catch up with YOU at the library sixth period," she smiled, as she leaned over and kissed Derek.For a moment, Derek watch Sandy walk away. He was worried about where she was going, but she seemed confident she could handle her mission. "Hopefully she would be right," he thought, before turning to his new companion. He anticipated what would come next, but had to play along. "OK, Jon, what can I do for you?" Carson, I was thinking..." A first for him," thought Derek to. She was used to men like Richelieu. Judging by her quick glances at his fine-cut dark purple summer suit and his vicious side parting, he was a yuppie with a hard-on and pockets full of cash. He would do.In her act of turning, he froze. She stared at his boyish expression and smiled. This was not the coy smile of a young maiden with downcast eyes. She stared directly into his eyes and her lips curled over her porcelain teeth. She was a lioness in heat. It was all he could do to stop himself. Since this is just a chat, exactly what were his injury claims," I asked."It was more of a verbal threat according to Ahmed," Wade suggested."And where exactly did this threat happen?" I asked."According to his statement, Ahmed went to your office to ask you to be reasonable about his nephew, who you claim is the perpetrator of a hit and run," Wade said."And you don't see that is a motive for him to lie," I asked."Sylvia those issues are for lawyers, you know?" he asked."So we have Ahmed coming.