‘It’s OK. Everything will be just fine. There’s plenty of time to see about that. Perhaps, for now, you would prefer something else?’With thos... words, ‘something else’ slid between my legs. It was thicker, hotter, pushing between her fingers and my outer lips, sliding up along my slit. I looked down to see the flared head rub up over my clit and into my pubic patch. I shuddered and moaned a confused protest.‘I know, dear girl, your pussy wanted to cum for me, but I’m sure you’ll have fun with. Good people are blessed by God, and they go to heaven where they live forever, they live forever..." she mumbled, soft tears soaking my shirt. I shush and hush her, she clings to me, letting me go only after I've assured her all grandpas, and especially candyman grandpas live forrrrever in heaven.Her sobs slowly settle down as she stretches her hands away from me."I'm sorry." It's okay to cry, you know?" Uh-huh?" It's okay to cry; everybody cries, but everybody laughs too, see?" I pointed to. Julia sucked on his tongue as if it were a small cock, letting him know in no uncertain terms what was on her mind.Mr. Martin, too, was thinking a few things. His hands dropped to her ass and he cupped her firm round globes, giving them a playful squeeze and a swat, bringing a gasp and a squeal from her in that order.She put her arms around his neck and held onto him, wanting the kiss to last until the end of the work day if possible. Mr. Martin was an excellent kisser and she was happy being. A trooper till the end. He had pushed through a hell of a lot.“Are you even listening?” The judge shouted out, bringing me out of my reminiscing. Oh yea, I was on trial. I thought to myself, more than a little annoyed with him.“Yes, I am. “I responded, annoyed but not wanting to deal with that either. He backed off but still kept an annoyed glare on me most of the time.“You are being charged with twenty-seven counts of murder, and fourteen counts of rape,” He says, his brows furrowing towards.