"If we're lucky you won't have to do much talking. I'll present the grounds and the evidence to support them. We'll present our initial request for se...tlement. It would be nice if he made a decision today, but in my experience this judge likes to be thorough and take his time." Great," sighed Claire. "I was hoping this might be over today." We might get lucky. I doubt the judge has ever been presented with evidence that a husband tried to have the wife murdered. Maybe that will seal the. "How do you know? And speaking of which, how did you find out about me anyway"?"She told me. Well, she KIND of told me"."Kind of told you how"?"Mom writes a journal. She has since she was a little girl"."And you found it"?"Yup. Found them and read them"."Ok but that STILL doesn't explain how she was a virgin"."Dad", the word caught in my throat, "per her journal he tried getting with her a couple of times but she freaked out on him"."That damned church upbringing. Fucks them up every. . kinda ..." Terry stammered,feeling a strange stirring in his nuts when he thought about hersuggestion."Don't be silly, Terry. I think you'd like to fuck me in your mother'sbed. I'll bet Sheila's bed is softer than yours, more comfortable. Iprefer nice silk sheets, Terry. And besides, doesn't it turn you on justthinking about it? Wouldn't it be nasty?"Terry wanted to deny the odd feeling of excitement and sexual heat thatstirred in his balls when he thought about fucking Wendy in his. “Please take a seat, my love.”Sybilla looked at the saddle and then back at me, then said, “I can’t. The pommel is wrong, I need a side-saddle one.”“Let us be scandalous, just for the test,” I whispered, conspiratorially. “Sit astride it.”She giggled and stepped over the saddle, and I helped her sit down. Just before she was all the way down, I lifted the front of her dress and lay it over the pommel. Sybilla gave a little squeak as she came into contact.“Perhaps you should have made the seat.