"Rachel, is this what you want?" He asks, as he moves her panties to the side, and lets his fingers make their way to her clit, she lets out another ...moan. "Yes," she lets out another moan. "But I want even more than that." She slowly starts removing his clothes, while kissing every part of his body. She slips off his boxers, and he's ready for action. Staring in awe over his long hard cock, she slowly massages it, and lets out a moan. "Brad, I want you." He lays her down on the couch. . Every day, it felt like that bastard Clint was getting further and further from justice.Protected by his powerful friends.The small room, covered in our notes on the walls, felt stuffy. My shirt was rumpled. A layer of grime covered my skin. I needed to shower. To shave. Sleep. My eyes felt watery, but I just couldn't bring myself to leave. Not when this case needed to be cracked open so damned wide the DA would have to do something about it.A loud knock wrapped the door. I grunted something,. Safic, it was nothing compared to the impression she made on him. To the fourteen-year-old boy she was the loveliest and most beautiful person he had ever seen. Her voice was like soft chimes to his ear and the words flowed like liquid honey. He was enchanted. He was in love.But it was not only the woman's soft voice and gentle words that were affecting the ingenuous teen. Although he fought it, her beauty and the indefinable something he could see in her glorious eyes aroused evil, sinful lust. I grew up a tomboy and played sports with my brothers and their friends.There were no special allowances made for me being a girl.This meant there was a lot of contact, touching and grabbing going on.I came of age being use to being touched by guys. Most times incidentally during the game and a few times not so innocently, but my brothers put a quick stop to it if they thought it was intentional and not just in the course of play.Fast forward a few years and there’s the guy (from the first.