Ainsley stared at him longer than she meant to before remembering to nod. How on Earth had Simon figured out that already? It was buried deep in the c...arter and the language was particularly cryptic.Simon gave a little smirk. “There’s a ton of information about the trust on Lexis-Nexis. This guy Hemmick writes about it constantly. And he’s got a serious hard-on for the imputation clause.”Ainsley nodded. “Hemmick wrote the textbook on trust law we used at Yale. He was at Black and Stringer back. " I 'know that isn't true'?" she asked rhetorically. "How the fuck do I know that?" she shouted. "You want to hear what I fucking know. I know that yesterday at this time, I was the happiest I'd ever been. I knew I had someone who cared about me and respected me, and that I could trust. Well, apparently I didn't know shit, because now I'm here having the worst fucking day in my life, and I can't stop recalling the look on that slut's face when she walked out of that bathroom and saw us. Connie and Meredith were used to Angel now and both of them couldn't help but notice how tired she looked. Both of them exchanged knowing glances and Connie rolled her eyes playfully. Both women found humor in Angel's tiredness because they knew it was likely due to Angel and Jordan having sex all night.When the lunch hour rolled around, instead of eating, Angel and Jordan went into his office together and lay down on his couch. Jordan held her in his arms and they both took a nap. Jordan had a. She wanted to quench the wildfire burning inside of her with my cum, her sister’s cum. I placed my hands on her head, my fingers combing through her long dark hair. I simple held her head, not pushing, not pulling, not forcing my clit deep inside of her, but cradling my lover as she strived to make me climax.Her head rocked back and forth with renewed vigor. There was no other way to describe it, other than to simply say I was fucking her mouth. Her throat opened to me, testing her gag.