Well, yes, it was as exciting as it sounds. You’d think I was going for some kind of record. Two of the girls were married, one had even persuaded h...r husband to have sex with her. All had had to learn to satisfy their own urges. I made sure that all the five not currently lying under me were either engaged in bringing themselves up to well-lubricated states or bring themselves to heavenly satisfaction again (they all agreed that their own fingers were no match for my erection in that. Though we weren't exactly dressed for it..Myself in a pair of tight bluejeans with a baby blue shirt, and you almost matching, though yours were slightly baggy, and the t-shirt was white. The place was loud, with bodies packed together on the dance floor, which we slowly drifted out onto. It took nearly ten minutes for the idea to form in my mind, and another five to start acting on it.The music was loud, the tempo quick as I leaned forward, pressing my breasts to your chest while I spoke into. Not in a capitalmurder case of a federal agent. She found it hard to fathom that she'dbeen arrested for killing herself - himself. It was difficult to keepthings straight. She was definitely female now. She couldn't deny whatshe saw or felt and knew that Rhonda somehow had something to do withwhat happened to her.It had not been pleasant in the holding cell with the whores and otherfemale riffraff she was in with. Only her physical training had kept herfrom being assaulted but some of the girls. It was a subpoena, issued on behalf of a Wanda Harmon, in the matter of her pending divorce from a Roger Harmon ... Tara’s own husband. That could not be ... unless?“Well, I can’t believe this ... bigamy? Really? I know that Roger is out of town a lot, supposedly on business, but damn! Fuck that motherfucker! That low-life, two-timing, bigamous son of a bitch! How dare he? I can’t believe this! He knew that I wouldn’t marry a divorced man, so he pulled this stunt on me! Fuck, fuck, a fuckity.