Dad was one of these ‘early to bed, early to rise’ types though, so he called it a night pretty early, and Chrissy, her mom and I settled down in ...he family room to watch a little television. Mom was across the way in a recliner, angled slightly to face the television, so she didn’t have a direct view of us. Now I was a good Catholic boy – and a sweet little southerner to boot – so I knew the importance of sucking up to mom and dad if I was going to to get the chance to continue corrupting. Audrey Koenig was a woman ahead of her time. In our booming town, there were few women who went beyond high school and even fewer who used it to run their own business. Audrey went from law school straight into a junior partnership, but then left in 1952 when she realized that a female lawyer was merely a senior coffee maker. Since starting her own practice she had made the news a number of times. That publicity had made her a successful, and independent lawyer. Even with all that working for. ‘Here’s your sweet and sour chicken,’ he announced from the front door. Ashira sat down at the makeshift table and he sat the chicken in front of her. Not even thirty seconds later, the police stormed into the house. ‘How did you find me?’ he wanted to know as the police handcuffed him. Ashira walked over and pulled her cell phone from its hiding spot. ‘You bitch!’ he exclaimed. Jake walked in after the paramedics. ‘Jake!’ Ashira exclaimed. Jake wrapped his arms around her. ‘You didn’t think. ”Gin poked me, “‘Most of the time’, try ‘All the time’. One of the reasons we get along so well is that our libidos are pretty well matched. I love to fuck about as frequently as you do.”She posed, “What if I were in a relationship with another woman? Would you object to sharing me with another woman? You could even watch us have sex, and then maybe join in.”My penis jerked to attention on that remark, and I thought I was already hard from our petting. Gin took hold of me and rubbed my cock.