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Originally Posted by sebastian_dangerfield
My first assistant would have given even a man of your age an instant hard-on. I should have fucked her. But I was living with my wife.
Why does life always do that?
Time is not real (except for your death, and only then as to you). It's only a perception. One should be able to fuck anyone, anytime, and plead lack of our full understanding of physics.
This is likely better than the other defense of, "I've wrestled with friends, and that involves more touching than sex." But it's true, no? (Not used since college.)
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a million years ago, at two big laws before now, I had an assistant that worked for two attorneys. She was hot, and from downriver, meaning trashy hot. (It’s the suburbs south of D- backward as fuck all) So I standing with the other attorney she worked with at her station and above her sitting. And we are joking and talking. After a few minutes she snaps out of the convo “my god, my shirt is unbuttoned, why didn’t either of you tell me?”
And the other guy looked me in the eye. We both realized the job had killed us so completely that we had missed a good shot of most of her titties. {sad face}
