My mind is trained on the thoughts of a woman’s lips. Lips that are surrounding the head of my cock and slowly gliding down its shaft. My cock has r...ached full attention. It's thick and long in my hand, the skin is tanned and the head is sensitive as I glide my finger over the tip. My hand slides to its base as I give it a long slow stretching stroke, expanding the blood that has engorged it. I let out a moan as my hand slides back down its length. My balls are heavy. I feel them lay against. A few puffs later, I was back behind Deanna, inside her luscious pussy, and humping her furiously. Far from asking me to go slower, my fiancee begged for more ... and more. She couldn’t seem to get enough of my dick. I certainly couldn’t get enough of her delightful pussy and smooth, pale ass. God, that woman had a butt that was amazing! Her booty was more than worth fucking in and of itself. When I acted on impulse and pulled her soft, long brown hair a bit, she turned into even more of a wild. " Millie, if you decide you want to do it, we won't be just be a couple, but three responsible mature people. We'll make it really nice for each other. We could have a wonderful time together," I promised her."I want to say yes," Millie said, her eyes filled with longing. Her long dormant sexual desires igniting her will, making her eyes almost feverish and bright."I haven't done it with anyone since my husband passed away," she said, tenderly, her eyes misting up. Millie smiled at Beth and me.. "This is a very serious matter and one where you perhaps need all the help a trained advocate would be able to provide. The consequences for you should you be found guilty of the charges levelled against you are considerable. It is almost without precedent for someone to appear in my court and attempt to defend themselves. But, I see that you are determined to proceed on this basis. So be it," said the judge.The prosecuting advocate was called MacMillan and he had the honour of presenting his.