So that's why we, along with the victim, Dorothy, visited you in your Penthouse last night. Unfortunately, what we found there are the two dresses in ...uestion. Neither of the accused women could identify the laundry markers located on the inside collar of each dress. However, our victim, Dorothy, correctly identified the marks as her initials: DMJ. Please refer to Exhibit #1." Dorothy," Horatio asks. "Are these your dresses, and if so, what are their values." Yes, they are, Your Honor," Dorothy. "Meanwhile, give me a hand. The horses really like you."Mrs. Peabody was obese, but a good cook. The two, Marty and his missus, were clearly deeply in love with each other, even if she looked like an overstuffed sausage in her sweat pants and football jersey. She scowled at me until I presented her with the standard offerings I bring when a dinner guest: a loaf of French bread, a handful of flowers. It was a habit I picked up in Europe. Sometimes I even sprung for wine—but not tonight.Yes, I. I began unzipping my slacks, and within a matter of moments, I'd tossed all of my clothes on the sofa behind Marvin, and as I did, he had hold of my balls in one hand, and with the other, he had hold of my, by now, fully erect cock! Without saying anything more, Marvin proceeded to suck my cock as if this was to be perhaps his last time to ever do so (and it was always like that with him)!I stood there, looking down at Marvin as he sat in his wheel chair as my cock disappeared inside his mouth;. He walked up to her and stood in front of her, looking her up and down. She tried to back away from him, but the soldiers? grip was too firm. He reached out and lifted her right breast, cupping it in his left hand. She was shaking, now, and gave a whimper as he squeezed it. ?You call this a tit?? he said. He could hear her breathing, short, uneven gasps. ?Well?? he said, giving it a tug. ?That is my breast,? she sobbed. ?It?s pathetic. Your children would have starved. I?ve new recruits with.