Everybody called her Blondie, she told him: easy to tell why. They exchanged the minor details of themselves, at first a little hesitantly as with str...angers, but becoming more relaxed as they chatted. He enjoyed listening to her voice and watching the firelight flickering over her face.She was dressed in a knee length blue denim skirt, a loose pale blue angora jumper with a big roll neck. Lovely face, maybe 34-35, he speculated. Pretty legs, trim figure. Greybeard tried, without making it. After few minutes I lifted her legs on my shoulder and inserted my dick in her pussy and fucked her. She came first and after 2 minutes I was about to cum.I asked her whether to cum inside her pussy. She denied and asked to cum on her boobs. We kissed each other passionately and then we lied there for some time. She was resting on my chest and we talked a little bit. Then I went to clean myself to the bathroom.She came after me and opened the shower and kissed me for 5 minutes. I sucked her. I never cried in my mother's arms. I never heard the words 'You'll never play the guitar like you did, Miguel' come out of a doctor's mouth. I never dropped the guitar from the pain.I never.I NEVER!!!"It's over, Miguel," Professor Smith whispered into my ear as she hugged me when the jury spoke those words. "Let it go, sweetheart, please!"The jury looked at me with pity in their eyes. Later, one of them called it, a 'youthful indiscretion' that had to be looked at in the context of the. “is dangerous information. You really are good. What you’ve got can surely be used as evidence against Vasquez.”I started moving towards my desk.“I am afraid I can not let you go yet, Lyana. Not until we’ve made a deal.” Lyana’s eyes widened.“What are you gonna do to me?” She asked with fear in her voice.I opened my drawer and took a bottle of chloroform.“I would have to hold you captive for the meantime while I think of something.”I slowly walked again behind Lyana and pulled the handkerchief.