She had on a low cut white knit tank top her tits where two sexy round bumps sticking out of the top. but the part that I loved the most was a tight p...air of white linen shorts with a two inch cuff at the very short legs. Coffee colored pantyhose always looks perfect on her legs. I just stared at her. She said HEY ASS HOLE....what's wrong? I said I'm sorry but you look fucking perfect...or perfect for fucking , eather way I like it. She said the shorts are a tad tight to be wearing on a long. . I guess that's sort of understandable." Hope ventured, rising to her feet again."I know. She's drawn attention once and been hurt for it. I just... it's like he's killed off something in her, something that's a part of her. It's like he's won." The game isn't finished yet." Hope packed the book away, quickly. "In fact, it's a long way from finished. I'll be back later, I have something that might... I don't know, not help, exactly, but... I'll explain later. Bye."She dashed away, scurrying. .”“Shhhh! Not a word!”She went about unbuckling his belt and unfastening his slacks. Mr. Wallace said nothing. She pulled his slacks and briefs down while dropping to her knees. She guided him back into his seat while positioning herself between his legs.“Kendal...”“I said shush!”Her hands were around his hardening shaft in a flash. Lord, it felt good! She stroked him a few times before directing his dick into her mouth. This she loved! To feel his dick get hard in her mouth was the best! Mr.. I come from the working poor of this country. My father worked as a janitor all his life, up until he died at fifty-five. My mother cleaned people's homes. They both had one goal — to get me and my two sisters out of that dead end life, through college, and up the socioeconomic ladder. And they succeeded.I am now a successful lawyer and, at forty, a senior partner in my firm. My sisters have also done well. Unfortunately, my Gad didn't live to see it, although we try to do everything we can for.