I was standing ramrod straight in the dock as Lord Justice Parkinson, and all the panoply of the majesty of the law and the Queen's justice, assembled...inside the court room. Glancing swiftly about me I spotted Alfie, Maggie and several regulars from the Crown in the public gallery. I gave them a slight wave, but didn't want to focus attention on them.First to rise to his feet was the CPS man, Blackburn, the prosecuting counsel, who was not a great deal different in looks, speech, and mannerisms. The biggest difference was the eyes and hair. Where Di was a striking red head with hazel eyes, Mary was a raven black hair blue eyed beauty. Both women were head turners by any standards. Jerry and I both were older than our wives by about nine years. Jerry being fifty and my being forty-eight made for an extremely easy bonding. Jerry was in some what better shape than me standing six foot one and two hundred and ten pounds. I was an even six foot and two hundred and twenty. Both of us were. She hugged me tightly and said she wished Mark was so understanding. I am only about 6 inches taller than Vivienne so when she looked up at me our faces were close, before I knew it she was kissing me quite gently but with real meaning. I pulled away momentarily and then kissed her back. My hands roaming over he back and discovering the thong, I slipped my fingers underneath it and grabbed her right bum cheek. Within a few minutes Vivienne had dragged me into the lounge, pushed me onto the sofa. We've been here a few days and I quickly made friends with a few other teens. The resort has a club, called a disco here, and my parents left the resort last night to go on a night diving excursion, so my new friends and I decided to go. You're supposed to be 18 to get in since they serve alcohol (the legal age to drink here is 18, not 21). However there wasn't a bouncer at the door and the bartenders weren't even checking IDs, so we had a few cocktails and danced a bit. My friends all found.