Andre’s speed-dial. I hope he doesn’t mind me calling him direct.He answered, “Good evening, Miss Deena. May I presume you already figured out t...e possibility of a custody issue?”I asked, “Mister Andre, you’re correct. I just now had the thought: Can Mom refuse to allow me to testify?”He said, “Potentially so, or maybe not, ma’am, either directly or through various means of coercion. unless you’re emancipated. And guess which nefarious lawyer already has your papers ready? But you’ll want to. "Go on home to your family. You can give them a merry Christmas." Haven't got one," I said."Why on Earth not?" She was pretty good at asking personal questions too, as it turned out."Law enforcement doesn't lend itself to having happy families. Too much time on the job, too much stress at home about whether you'll come home or not ... stuff like that." So you're divorced?" I never wanted to inflict that kind of life on a woman," I said. "I tell myself I'm a confirmed bachelor." I see," she. I moaned louder, "Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Oh my!" The juice poured out of my pussy. I came so much you could hear my juice splashing on the tile floor. This was all happening in just a few short minutes. I spread my feet wider apart, so he could get his fingers deeper in my cunt. I was surprised and wondering what would happen, when another man came in the building. I watched him out of the corner of my eye as he stood there, just watching the three men grope me. He went in the men’s room and came back. With Anna’s legs a kimbo Mark and I pulled upwards and lifted her off the ground a few inches. Our fingers in deep as far as they could go. More groans of lust from Anna until she told us to stop. She said she needed our cocks inside her.“Lie down” she motioned to me “and, Mark, give me that olive oil”.I lay on my back looking up to the sight of Anna’s beautiful womanhood. Her labia lips couldn’t hide her aroused clit. Taking the olive oil she poured some onto her hand and then smothered Marks.