Was I really? I asked the fibbie who was with me and just got a waffle.It turned out, though, that the "custody" business was mostly a formality. All ...hey really wanted out of me, as McDonough had told me at the end of the previous day's session, was a formal statement of what underlay the audio I'd given them. My shooting Quiller was officially accepted as self-defense, and there'd be no charges. My clobbering Golden with his own paperweight was simply brushed under the table.Hell, I guessed,. I went straight for the lips and started kissing her passionately.She started kissing me back. I started playing with her boobs as she pulled down my pants. She took my dick in her hand and started playing with it. I unhooked her blouse and pulled down her bra. Those luscious boobs came dangling down.They were soft and milky white. Her nipples were pink. I started sucking them, and she started moaning. I pulled down her saree and kissed her all over. The moment I reached her waist, she started. As Witchy Woman looked at me and told me help her get this little bitch in heat off the bed and on the floor on her hands and knees.We both grabbed her on each side drug her off the bed half trying as best she could to fight us but accomplishing nothing at all.Placing her on the floor her knees first then onto to sit her on her open palms pulling them into place to hold her up.She was unsteady this way and trying to fall over this way or that and Witchy Woman said::"Just keep this little bitch. Gwen considered it for a moment and then stood and went toward the door. She faced the door and said, “I am sorry you caught me. I cannot do that stuff with you. Go to sleep now Lisa.” Gwen stepped through the door and left me in darkness. I was pouting and I had never been frustrated in such a way before. My privates were warm and I was more moist than ever. I sat up and pulled my shirt away from my hips and began to touch myself. I opened my little lips and probed myself. I began to.