. They had opted for a trial by judge as, in Harold's opinion, the case would depend more on an analysis of legal precedents than on a big show 'a la ...erry Mason' in order to lend a sympathetic atmosphere for a jury. This way, as well, Harold could avoid a whole spread of courtroom theatrics; he knew he was a good lawyer but he was still unsure of his capacities as a comedian. They had spent the last two weeks rehearsing, begrudgingly in Lisa's case, as she hated to be away from her school.. My Pa had left to buy tools the winter before and never come back. Big Ike was the colored man and he was the workinest man I ever seen. His arms was like fence posts and legs like tree trunks. He had a fat wife named Cora, and two little girls, just babies. Cora could cook an old inner tube and make it tasty – she did most of the cookin’ and we always et well. Ike handled the man work on our farm – choppin’ wood and feedin’ stock and carpenterin’, and tendin’ crops and, well you see there. Her shoulders were bare, even with the sleeves and a very low neckline. He could easily see the tops of her breasts; it was one of her sexist outfits. The top ended just above her waist, and she usually wore a matching G-string. The very small patch of material would just barely cover her beautiful slit, and the back part outlined her arousing cheeks. The string down the crack did nothing to hide her wonderful brown puckered opening.Tonight, she had forgone that for nothing. As his eyes. As she was dragging out her pleasurable torture I told her to then suck on her finger and clean off any juices as though her Master had just offered her his stiff hard cock to swallow. She smiled and responded "Yes Sir" before slipping her finger down her throat. I watched her work her magic tongue up, over, around and down her finger. She was making my cock want to burst out of my pants with her talents. Once her luscious lips and tongue were finished with her finger she asked what I would.