An athletic 5'11", the second guy was the one I was fucking drooling over, blond hair and blue eyes, often looked at me like I was a piece of candy an... I wanted so badly to give him a taste. He always wore a sly grin, now was no exception as he strolled over to me, pulling off his hard hat and throwing it over to the big guy. I barely had time to gasp, his hand was coiled up in the back of my hair and his tongue was sliding down my throat, at the same time he gripped me around the waist and. “Yeah. But he just denied it.” “You have to stay away from him. He's just taking this all terribly. I mean, he used to be married and happy.” “Then he had sex with me and ruined it all. Look what he did to me, Brian. This baby is proof that I'm a whore.” He made her look into his eyes. “You are perfect, Lindsey. There is not a single thing wrong with you. I love you. If we we weren't siblings, I would marry you.” She blinked in surprise. “Really? Even though I would probably fuck some other. It was as thick as Ray, perhaps slightly thicker, but his full size did not become apparent until he slid his entire cock down my ass until the head was poking the lips of my pussy. It was so long that I no longer felt Pookie’s body behind me, only his cock. “Don’t forget to breathe baby”, said the man who I was blowing. He let me remove my mouth from his cock and I just held it and jacked him off as I prepared for Pookie. God it was so long. Easily the biggest cock I ever had inside of. "Then, when I was a little girl, I used to watch the Smiths. They were ladies and gentlemen in the finest sense of the word. We went to school, but what we really learned, we learned at home. I suppose, Judge, that my family was a victim of slavery. Well, I certainly don't see it that way. That place is home!"At this point, Sally Wilson came back into the conversation. "Judge, why don't we get down to business? The liberal ethic — and the political-correctness ethic — is too strong for us to.