" Yes... yes, you did. You're smarter than me, _Mr._ Quinlan. I knowit. That's why you're my lawyer. Maybe that's all you are t'me."She turned her...back to him and walked away before he could answer.* * * * *"He ain't here, Bridget," Sam Braddock said.Bridget realized that she'd been looking around the room instead ofpaying attention to the poker game she was playing. "Who - what doyou mean, Sam?" Cap's still out at his uncle's ranch," Jerry Domingez answered her.Bridget felt a flush run. However I could not hold out much longer as I was quite horny and knew I would cum if I did not fuck her. I easily entered her as she was quite wet and willing. She lifted her legs in the air and brought my hands forwards in order to raise he pussy up further so that I could go deep. As I began to move Marge then motioned to Michael to join us. She began to stroke his erect penis and as she did you could see pre-cum beginning to drip off of his cock. Soon she had him in her mouth. While she was. Clause". I must have been 13 or 14 years old. Fast forward about 10 or 12 years and I'm walking out of my office in DC when a very mature (she couldn't be younger than 55) thin blond lady walks out of her gym in a pair of jeans, sandals (I'm a foot man) and a yellow tube top with her nipples standing at attention. "I'd love to taste you," I said under my breath. Not exactly suave...especially as she actually heard me. So I kept walking. But I noticed she kind of grinned, so I slowed down at the. So, I headed out the door and about a block away I lit up. As I was smokin' the joint I thought, "Man this is some good shit." By the time I smoked half the joint I was wasted and was feeling pretty good. I put the joint out and decided that I would save the rest for the walk home. The streets in our neighborhood at night are very quiet. Not even one car drove by while I walked over to Brad's house. I reached his house and noticed that the TV was on in his living room. I figured his mom must be.