I love you. I will see you Friday afternoon.” “Send me some more pictures; I love you, more pictures please.” The line buzzed off and John cou...dn't wait. His hand flew up and down making a white fountain of cum. Mary was just fucking two black cocks, John thought to himself. They fucked her past her calling time. Those guys still have their wet dicks flying in the breeze. Mary just told me she was going to keep them wet, probably all night long. It's a good thing I bought more lube, John. Maybe they didn't feel natural either and werejust over-compensating, thought Wynne, though she had to admit that theydid seem pretty consistent and believable in their roles.The street they had parked in was exquisite. Gleaming glass shop frontswere set in imposing stone buildings and every person walking up and downlooked like their appearance was individually crafted with no expensespared. Before Wynne could assess the range of shops on display she wasquickly ushered into what she saw was a. The fruit of my wanton behavior.Nursing Sister Jenkins was presented as a witness to my absence at the birth and death. Much was made of my prospecting at the time.There were many gasps of indignity from the open court about my callous behavior.Then it was our turn.Ms Wren started out out by requesting formally information about how many single mothers were recipients of State funds. The State claimed privileged information.“May it please the court, every request for information about the. What could I say? So I said, “sure, sit.” We exchanged small talk. She was unmarried working at getting a BS degree on line. She ate fast saying that she had little time for lunch. She used the buffets because she could eat and run without waiting for something from the kitchen. As we talked she never stopped looking me in the eyes. “Gotta run.” Before standing she refilled my tea from the pot. “Hope I catch you here again sometime.” “Yes, me too.” I replied. I watched her walk to the.