”“Oh, so am I,” he grinned. “Want to exchange kids’ pictures?” He laughed.I thought the conservatively dressed woman from the suburb in my...two-piece suit and pretty blouse buttoned to the neck wouldn’t attract such a man. I noticed him taking all this in, including a longish glance down at my legs. I looked down and saw that the dark band of stocking tops was just peaking from under my tasteful but somewhat short skirt. I made an inadequate tug at the skirt and relaxed against the. Jail was horrific. I had to be placed in solitary for my own protection, though it didn't stop several incidents from occurring, seems I was not too popular with the staff either. Yet all through this I held to my story, the simple truth, as if it would somehow become clear to the police and courts. My solicitor and the barrister now representing me had warned me that, somehow or other, the forensic evidence found linked me to the scene where the clothing had been found quite specifically.The. After a few minutes of convincing, I leaned back and started to free my throbbing mess; she hungrily grabbed my pants as well, but didn't do much until I was free.My cock bobbed about, her waving hands barely able to grasp it very well; I'll give her effort where it's due though, she could still stroke a man pretty well for being wasted.Her hands eventually drifted, eagerly trying to peel off her tight pants to little avail. I rose my fingers to grip her pants; have you ever seen the table. The aroma hit my nose just as she pressed into me.She giggled and bit her bottom lip as I explored her huge ass with my hands, giving it little slaps here and there. No way were my hands big enough to grab it all up. It felt like I was handling two huge, round orbs filled with jello, and the weight of it far greater than the average ass you will ever grab in your life."Well shit, they're going to have a WHOLE LOT to talk about when they see this," I added, bouncing her huge rear, gazing down at.