I was beginning to actually feel light headed as she relentlessly continued handling my cock. She finally did shift position, but only to sit up betwe...n my legs and resume stroking my swollen penis. I felt like I was going to shoot at any moment, but I also felt like I may never get to cum. I was reduced to almost pleading, “Gracie, sit on me and put my cock in your pussy.” At this she feigned pouting. Her reply was “Ahhhh… I was so hoping that you would have self-control. But if you absolutely. What can I do to protect myself, those residing at my house, and my house?”“Thus far, Mister Horton hasn’t been armed and doesn’t seem to use guns. I would suggest a ‘peace warrant’ though those aren’t of much use except to get the wrongdoer in more trouble when he tries something. It’s a tough issue.”“That’s what I feared. I will do that if only to make some kind of point. The solicitor or district attorney might find it useful in the bond hearing.” I paused. “Do you know who will be handling. Again I pieced it together. We'd kissed, then ah fuck, I thought. I could remember I sat over him, his eyes just as blurred as mine. 'I do apologise,' he stuttered again as he realised I got the hang of it. 'No apologies necessary,' I chuckled lightly, 'being drunk does...wonderful things doesn't it.' I turned and smiled back at him. Before Jeremy had the chance to even smile back his lips were tightly pressed against mine. I kissed him back, pushing my lips against his and rising my hands. “I’d like to revise for your exam.” “Boorrrring,” he said. “Cal, you want to do well, don’t you? Otherwise you’re going to end up working at McDonald’s your whole life and you wouldn’t like that, would you?” “As if,” he snorted. “My parents are loaded. As if I even have to work. Or finish uni.” “Just because your parents are wealthy it doesn’t mean you shouldn’t do something meaningful, Cal. I really don’t like that attitude. And if I hear you saying something so bratty and arrogant again.