She wore a silky oriental print dress. A flower adorned her long, straight, jet black hair. Her lips pursed as her eyes drank in Angilee's face and bo...y.The woman on the other side of Jeremy was Black. Her chocolate skin was creamy smooth, her face lovely. She wore her hair short and, she too, was possessed of an hour glass figure, the low cut white dress she wore revealing ample cleavage.The first two women Angilee guessed were in their mid twenties. The third women was a bit older, thought. "And that is supposed to make me feel better, is it?" Dan said archly. "That you're having sex with someone you don't even know?" He pulled out the enlargements of the photos he had taken and spread them on the desk.Simon's eyes bulged when he saw the photographs. Having Linda tell everyone she had seen him in panties and suspenders was bad enough. But documentary evidence would make him a laughing stock. His wife had taken these while he was asleep, but several of the photos made it look like. Marcia, I need to ask you some questions.”“OK, Your Honor,” Marcia replied.“Do you wish to live with your father?” the Judge asked.“Yes, Your Honor.”“And you wish to practice karate?”“Yes, Your Honor.”“Then it is my judgment that sufficient cause exists, and it is in the best interest of Marcia Ingles, a minor, that Robert Ingles be granted sole legal and physical custody of Marcia Ingles. Jillian Ingles will be granted visitation rights, though this is at Marcia’s full discretion. In addition,. "come on"I walk quickly around the bend of the wide hallway and spot what I'm looking for. Grabbing the door to the single room family restroom I hold it as if it's the door to the Ritz and usher her in. The giggles have returned as she faux curtsies and walks in. I quickly shut and lock the door. No more giggles. We're a****ls now doing what's been building since we first caught eyes and she hung up on whoever it was. Kissing hard. Tongues deep. Exploring. Frantic hands in hair. On asses and.