"How was the trip?" the voice was right behind the door."Hello? Who are you?" Did you have a nap? You sounded tired earlier. I hope you got some rest.... Yeah, I'm fine. So, can I come in?" The door opened, slowly, stopping about half way. Laura cautiously stepped inside. The room was lit by several candles, two in holders on the wall, others scattered around the room. U2's "With or Without You" filled the air. It was a modest apartment. The couch and T.V. were the obvious main features of the. Letting my hands run up and down each one with an occasional pat on that sweet ass. Pushing your feet apart with just a little bit of force makes you catch your breath as I hold your ankles and begin to place soft kisses up the back of your calves. Alternating from one to the other in an attempt to make you squirm against the dresser. I can feel the muscles tensing through your body as my tongue traces the perfect outline of your leg. Stopping behind the knee for a little nibble, and then. I was to text you when I left court and drive to your house. I was to watch your door and not come in until you texted me. I did as instructed and was waiting outside your place for a few minutes. I saw a young muscular guy leave your house. He was tall, extremely well built and had a very happy look on his face.I received your text almost immediately, so I left the car and entered your apartment. You were laying on the couch and waived me over. You were only wearing a tee shirt and your legs. Well ... your sex life is personal. It's not the kind of things people talk about." See, I've never understood that. Why shouldn't people talk about it? Oh, I'm not going to go blabbing about it to strangers, but you're hardly a stranger, are you? Look, if it bothers you, I'll stop." Well, maybe it does just a little bit." You don't like to think about me that way?" That's not it at all!" Then you do like to think about me that way," she grinned."I didn't say that!" Oh, don't worry, I'm not.