So the first time a judgeship came open in the Ninth Circuit, whose name was on the top of the list? Humbly yours. Six years later, a spot came up on ...he Appellate court in Ninth Circuit and who did he pick?, little old me, Justice O'Hara. Do I feel bad about having to sell my soul for the job? No way, Jose. Politics has always been a dirty business and this was my goal. Now if I can just get lucky and get booted up to the Supremes...Why all this preamble? Because I want to underline just how. He was completely oblivious of my physical needs.I had resigned to my fate; settled in my life as a homemaker and a doting mother.However, watching my son masturbating on that fateful night ignited a hidden desire in me. I realized how much I was missing sex. I recalled the nights when I lay in my bed wishing Dave to be between my spread legs with his monster cock reaming through my wet pussy ... just like it used to be during the initial years of our marriage.Now everything seems to be. It was a simple task to lick all around her pussy and a quick flick of my tongue over her clit brought a sharp intake of breath from her. Lisa was having a wild ride on my cock and I was propelling Cathy closer and closer to the inevitable orgasm which she craved with my tongue and fingers as I licked around her clit and gently fingered her arsehole. I felt a hand moving mine away from Cathy’s arse and realised Lisa must be getting inventive again – whatever she was doing Cathy was loving it. She needed to be played like a Stradivarius not a piñata. I used my other hand on the small of her back to draw her into me. Her moans, her scent, and the feel of her skin mixed an erotic potion that I could scarcely withstand. I’ve never felt such sustained tension, such passionate energy. It was like an orgasm, but I somehow still had control. Or she did. The musk of her loins and the dampness I could feel seeping a hot invitation through my pants. My lips were being drawn below her breasts.