And he's never ... Grandma, the guy is a perfect gentleman. Except he LIKES me." How is liking you an exception?" I ... Poor choice of words. He IS a ...erfect gentleman. And when we're done with homework, we drink a cold drink or some lemonade and listen to music or watch TV. Grandma, If he was trying to get in a sixteen year old's pants, don't you think he'd've made a move by now? He's ha dplenty of opportunity." And he hasn't," Grandma said."Not even the tiniest suggestive comment. Nothing.. Stymied, I walked out of my room and turned left, to look in the lounge. I stopped dead when I looked on the balcony. Anna was lying on a lounge chair, her raven-black hair hanging at her shoulders, as the chair was in a sitting rather than a lying position. Her long, shapely legs were pulled towards her chest, hanging over the arms over the chair as she spread her legs. Her natural C cup breasts were moving slightly as Anna settled. She had deposited her clothes on the deck by the foot of her. “Coming along slowly,” Amantil replied. “I’m running them through the Low and Common Courts which opens them to a lot more scrutiny, but does enable more workable laws.”“Why not the High Courts?” Kirim asked.“Because they’d shred them, block them and obfuscate for years,” Herrick replied for her.“But they’d obey a law set by a lower court?” I asked.“They have to, a law is a law and if it’s a bad enough breach, I get to audit them. The High Court is only supposed to deal with constitutional. His legs felt so weak he could barely put any weight on them, and he was so lightheaded he was afraid he'd fall. When he looked down, though, there was his stiff cock waggling like a flagpole in the wind. It was so absurd, so bizarre, he almost burst out laughing. When he heard Julie shrieking with glee at finding some more donuts out front, though, it refocused him on the job of destroying the flour.He finally made it to the table, and he grasped the flour bag by the top, holding it with both.