Brad Garrison,” Judge Henry said with a twinkle of mischief in his voice. “I can’t believe the evidence you have gathered would be counter to y...ur husband’s best intentions. Therefore, the Spousal Privilege objection is overruled. Since this is a hearing and not a trial, you are directed to present your findings!” One after another, Angie presented her documents and affidavits to the judge, the prosecutor, and the defense attorney. Only the highlighted parts were read aloud:--- [1]. My dick darted between them, and as I fucked her this way I wondered how many times she had taken a man this way, his cum spilling over her body. I imagined her cousins, whispering to each other, sharing notes about this slutty girl who they barely knew, a relative ready to accept their hard dicks and warm semen."That's it," she said, "fuck my tits. Come on me, Henry. Cover me in your cum." I was panting, close. I thrust a few more times and erupted. All of the fucking, and listening to her. “It’s brilliant, Ginny,” I breathed, then looked to her again. “But what did you ask the room to be?”“Thanks,” she said, blatantly ignoring my question.She grabbed my hand and led me to the sofa. We sat down and, upon closer inspection, I saw that the coffee table was not what it appeared to be. Ginny pulled at the top of it and it revealed itself to be a magically refrigerated chest. She reached in and handed me a dusty, unmarked bottle while she herself extracted a stubby bottle of. Interestingly, girl games were at an all-time low. I realized that the three girls I picked were the three who liked to play with other girls least; but in the past, even Diane had recognized that making love with another girl was a harem survival skill and had come to Monica for lessons.All three girls got along well. There were no fights and no two against one ganging up that is common with three friends or three siblings. While it was possible the girls just didn’t feel romantic about each.