After that he worked for Schulz and Gould. You've heard of them, haven't you? Instead of becoming a partner, he lost a case that would have gotten tha... prize, a rape of a retarded girl. Then he became the King's chief legal advisor. I'm sure you've heard of him?" So why aren't you still?" asked Mary without malice. Apparently my resume impressed her."That's a long story," I said.She insisted, so I told her. She got a lot less mean and a lot more seductive, though the mean moments became more. I stared at them and dreamed about them. When I saw them on the street or in a department store, I'd furtively follow them, captivated by the assertive click-click-click of their powerful high heels, their long painted nails, and the shape and movement of their ample bosoms. I was thrilled when I got close enough to smell their perfume.But that's as far as it went. I was, after all, a shy, scrawny 14-year-old with what Margie led me to believe was a laughably small penis. Besides, she. It was as if Amanda were having sex but I wasn’t included. This dream was weird. Erotic but weird. Then I woke up. At first I just caught a silhouette of someone bouncing up and down in front of me. I couldn’t tell what time it was by just looking at the person bouncing up and down in front of me. I looked around and saw that it was completely dark still. So that told me it was still night….how long had I been asleep? I finally found what I was looking for…the clock. It read 11:46pm. Fuck I. She carefully bent, keeping her legs straight, and showed us her lusty, plumped pussy. As I and James began to drool, she overspread her feet and her moist, plumped labia opened for us to admire. My cock and mouth had already visited there often, yet I yearned to crawl inside her tasty twat again. James’s cock bounced his boner under my wife’s hand.I looked back at my now NAKED Sue and saw her top and bottom on the ground behind her lounger, with James’s suit. She was staring at his bald balls.