Ronnie McCloud. First boob grab and ... well, finger insertion of my life. From another person." She said, primly and looking the other way so Trey co...ldn't see her embarrassment.There was a beat of silence, and then Trey said, quietly, "Wow."Then, hesitantly, Trey offered, "Mine was with Sheila Conroy. In the back of a Geo Storm. Late 90's it was. It was all fumbles, passion and total inexperience. I had no clue what I was doing. Still don't, according to the ex wife."His bitterness was. “Yes your Honour,” Mollineaux replied, “May I proceed?”The Judge nodded.Mollneaux was a waste of space, he was being chucked round like a rag doll in a pit bull’s gob by the defence. The “Eight” though there was actually fourteen of them, paid some fancy London lawyer a bloody fortune to defend them, and they must have been wondering why they bothered as Mollineaux continued to fuck up the prosecution case.“Miss A,” he asked “Is it not the case that you are a horny little bitch who fucks all. “Only a few companies will drop off in the area. I can’t afford a car.”“That is not an issue with the new place.”“Is there a gang?”“Of course, this is LA. The 49 runs the territory. We have an understanding.”“They are hispanic ... How do you know them?”“You know some gang things too.” She smiled at that. “Actually, they are pretty open. I know a few of the bosses from my disreputable past. Lawyers always do. You know, we don’t pick our clients ... except they are always in trouble.”That got a. . just enough to make my clit throb. Plain and simple, I want his dick. I want it in my mouth, against my tits, and deep inside me. But we both have work in the morning, and I know I shouldn't wake him. I should be asleep too, so that I'll be up in time for class and coherent at work. But fuck, I'm so wet. I just want him to fuck me.I rustle in the bed a little, "accidentally" making some noise to see if he'll wake up. He stirs briefly, but rolls over. If he only knew what I wanted from him.