I hadn't seen him often during the course of discovery and pretrial when he wasn't at least mildly pissed at me. The black robe was open, revealing a ...glaringly white dress shirt, a bright red tie, and surprisingly fitted black trousers on a body that was still slender.He was looking at 38 years old, 6'2 inches, 190 pounds to his 150 or so, light brown hair that rippled down to my shoulders, wide face, dark brown eyes, fairly full lips, wide shoulders and wide chest to set off the no waist, no. I lost the game and tried to kiss the man on his cheek. He smiled and backed off:“ Not there, honey, you know where I want it.”I knew, and got excited a lot by then. He pulled zipper down and his penis popped out. So I leaned over and gave him a short peck on his gland. He complained that it should be longer and I saw few cameras flash. Yes, I had a yellow wrist band, somehow I didn’t mind, I liked to have my pics taken.I had to play next man and he said that we play double or nothing, I had no. Very mellow by your standards."Sophia laughed. "Actually, it sounds cozy. Different from my usual, but cozy." Tuck the sarcasm back in, Wild Woman." Actually, I wasn't being sarcastic. This was at your house?" Naah. Up the street. The Kenney's house, that's our usual neighborhood hangout. You know Mo Kenney?" Mo Kenney. Hmmm. No, I don't think I know him." Her. Maureen Kenney." Oh! Yeah, I think I know who she is." Her house. That's the neighborhood hangout. The whole gang was there, friends of. Its been years, and he still looks good. Sexy lips. A body that screams sex. Eyes that were still filled with life and humor. Never knew that just looking into his eyes would rekindle that good old feeling. You know what I am talking about. That feeling that sends a spark through the brain, down the spine and all through the body. Any other feelings. Of hunger, depression, fatigue are replaced by that special feeling.Background. We first met at a friend’s house. Marvin was his name. Sex.