Her bush was soaked with her juices. I could see her plump pussy lips peeking through those dark-red curls. Her excitement dribbled down her thighs, o...erflowing her bush.CRACK!“Do you see?” Clint growled. He then shoved his hand between Mrs. Armstrong’s thighs. He rubbed the married woman’s cunt before her husband. “Have you ever seen your wife this wet?”Mr. Armstrong shook his head.“When a woman knows she deserves to be spanked, when it comes from a strong man, she can’t help her reaction,”. There wasn’t a place for a date, or for Ben’s signature ... or, a notary seal. Just a line for me to sign.”“Why would you sign this?” the judge asked.“I was told it was Ben’s price for his cooperation,” Andrea replied.“Who told you that?”Andrea pointed to Roger Middleton. “He did -- Mr Middleton. He called me into his office.”“Mr Drummond wasn’t there?”“No, your honor.”“Nor a notary?”“No.”The judge turned to Middleton. “Mr Middleton -- would you explain how this document came to be?” Middleton. He was happy that, despite what he sold to the wagon train when they stopped, he still had a ready supply of flour, corn meal, and tobacco. He paid us double what the items cost him in St. Louis when we were there and still made a good profit on the items because he didn’t have to pay freighting costs. Because of that, we’d be leaving for St. Louis February 5 instead of January 10 like last year. That was good since January is usually the coldest month, and it’s already been pretty damn cold. I gave him a wider smile and parted my legs either side of him, trapping his waist. I put back my foot on the desk, revealing what I had done earlier. Paul moved closer and slipped his hand on to my bare thigh above my black stockings, I sat up and touched the front of his trousers; his cock twitched. Then he made me stand up and we kissed each other, as he groped my boobs through the thin material of my dress. I felt he was not so tipsy…As I rubbed his cock, he pulled the zip of my dress down.