A more personal kind of friendship. Was it instinct telling her this? Or was it wishful thinking? She didn't know, couldn't tell. The only other time ...he had felt this way had been in the early days of her relationship with Lorraine, before they had become physically active with each other. Her instinct had been right then. Was it right now? Did she even want it to be right now?"I am so confused," she mumbled to herself.She arrived home an hour later, after walking from the tram station. It was. Evan saw the financial possibilities so he encouraged her. “Well we have two issues, first Wednesday Brutus then team cum bucket”. They both started to giggle. “Mom would it be ok if you gave me another blow job”? “Sure honey now”? “No in about an hour I’ve got some studying to do. Would it be ok if you wore the red cum soaked panties and no bra”? Looking at him coyly she smiled “I see you agree with the guys about how good I look covered with cum”. Evan stood he was heading for the stairs. But I also knew that would be a very difficult road. Most lawyers didn’t have jobs these days, let alone the luxury to take on impossible cases with no promise of financial rewards. The more I thought about it the more I knew the cold truth. If I had any hope of getting where I wanted to go I needed help. I needed connections. Mercy Warren seemed to offer it. Finally I agreed. I met the pledge class at a small ramshackle building on the outskirts of campus. They had given me a code word to get. I followed her out a side door, admiring her rolling buttocks in her tight britches. She wore short boots and a loose-fitting shirt, open at the throat. Her hair was tied back with a piece of rawhide and flowed richly halfway down her back, red highlights in the chocolate curls.'We got about two thousand acres. I assume you can ride." Yes'm," I said, stepping up beside her and watching her obviously unfettered breasts jiggle, the nipples sharply defined under the silken shirt, more than a.