”OOPS!Ms Wren was right on it. “Meeting in Chambers, Your Honor?”“Certainly. State and Plaintiff will meet me in chambers in fifteen minutes.�...�Fifteen minutes later, there was a huge sigh and the sound of flushing issuing from the chamber in the Chambers. Her Honor emerged disrobed, shed her wig and seated herself behind a rather homey old desk.The Bathurst Courthouse (circa 1880) faces Russell Street and is Neo-Classical with an octagonal Renaissance dome. It was designed by colonial architect. By today's standards it wasn't much, but there were normally a lot of people there on summer weekends (and lots of girls for us to oogle at) and it was fun.After we piled in the car to head home after a long day horsing around, we headed out, and it became clear pretty quick that we were all tired. I started to nod off, but felt bad for our driver, Frank. I asked, he assured me that he was good for the drive home, and to go ahead and sleep. I leaned back and settled in for the drive.I don't. She compassionate, a good listener, sweet, and I get so lost in her eyes, I get tongue tied.’ He spoke from his heart hoping that she would know that he was referring to her. Sara didn’t. Her old scars were still too deep for her to recognize that the man she had loved from afar for so many years was returning that love and then some. ‘I wish you success in your venture. May I ask you a personal question, and you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to really?’ Sara finally got the courage to. I felt as though I would scream when she pushed my legs apart and covered my panties with her mouth. I could feel the warmth of her tongue, the pressure of her lips against the soft velvet. My body burned as her fingers pushed my panties aside. I felt myself losing control as she finally gave to me what I had been craving from the moment I saw her. Her mouth enveloped me completely. My fingers twisted in her hair as I pushed her closer into me. Her tongue kissed, teased, and sucked. With each.