.just then Linda showed up in the door way and asked if we were going to fuck or yak?? I laid back on the bed and said nothing was owed.. Michell had ...stripped down to her panties and Linda walked up behind her and was caressing her boobs and twisting her nipples. Sure you don't want a taste? and I said maybe if you strip to..her expression softened a bit and she commenced to disrobe.. for an "older" lady, maybe 35 she had a killer body..nice tits that were real and a beautiful bush.. Michell. They made themselves comfortable at their assigned seats, the lawyers setting out folders of notes, while the old woman shuffled into a reserved space in the lower court immediately behind the lawyers. The young woman threw a cardigan, that one of the junior clerks carried for her, over her shoulder to combat the coolness of the ancient courtroom and sat, confident, a relaxed smile of contentedness on her lovely face.The adversary, her husband, entered moments later, wearing a green tweed. "All you have to do is be your normal sweet self and he will see that he really does want to be with you." But I really must be depraved to have such a sick fantasy." Honey, most young women have fantasies about their fathers at sometime in their lives. Yours are just more vivid than most because of what you saw. There is nothing wrong with you." But I should be having fantasies about Mike. I love him so much, why is my fantasy about my parents instead of him?'Sara considered her answer. Leave the world to its own devices and concentrate on her own damaged life. Her marriage had suffered greatly. It was still hanging on, more due to Byron, her husband. Infinitely patient, he would tolerate her necessary absences and sooth her when things went sour. Lately, she had been less than cordial with him. The weight of the job and its seemingly endless problems made her cranky and Byron was forced to absorb it. When did the job become more important than Byron? Strangely, it was when.