Then the phone went click-up, that sound it makes when the other person hangs up.I said "good-bye " out of habit and put the phone down, my head still...full of cobwebs.I got my washing done and wrote my son a short letter, paid some bills and smiled when I noticed my bank balance, looked in the paper at cars for sale and did a few other mundane things while some part of my mind worried about what the young woman wanted. Late that afternoon I called a reporter for the Post, one who had written. She was hoping Keenum would offer to drive her home. She didn’t know what she would do if he didn’t. Lucky for her, he did. Keenum was no dummy, and knew an opportunity to fuck a hot chick when he saw one.So, he drove her home, planning on “coming right back”. The entire five minute drive, Ashley was at her wettest. She could not get rid of the buzzing in her crotch, and she could not sit still in their seat. When he pulled into her driveway, he asked her if she wanted to see him tomorrow. “I. The inner lips were bigger and darker and she glistened with wetness. In less than two minutes she was cumming again.It took me longer to cum each time until I finally had to take a break to recover but she seemed to take less time! Could she cum again? I wet my thumb and put it on her clit and began rubbing it in circular motions. She responded immediately. I was shocked when I felt her hand reach out and grab my erection. I had not even been thinking of her doing that. She began. Simpson said--" Objection. Hearsay." Overruled, Mr. Pollack," said the judge. "Admission." She waited tosee if the prosecutor would attempt a retort, and seemed pleased to hearnone. She nodded and calmly invited Mr. Sam to continue."When I say Ms. Simpson, I mean Lynn, not her mother, who I call Mrs.Simpson or Jennifer." Thank you, Mr. Trainor," the judge said. "I think that clears it up forMr. Pollack." You're welcome," Mr. Sam said. "Anyway, Lynn said that Sherry told her--Lynn--that.