The bottom line was that Sheila was the one getting married. I was just the groom.Then we turned to other things. It was a relief to get back to busin...ss. Sheila and I had discussed the idea of a real estate group, centered on her gym/studio property. She had just told my security to come pick up the video equipment, so that we could have some good pictures of the wedding. That meant she was planning on moving very soon, and I had an idea where she would land.Sheila wanted to buy the Parker. She made noises Id never heard from a girl before, but they were mostly muffled by Jacks cock. It was hard to tell how much Abby was enjoying her predicament, but it was obvious that all five men were thoroughly enjoying ravaging this cute female body in any way we possibly could. Jack and Brandon pulled away after a bit, leaving Gus, Moe and I to finish up sticking Abby at the other end. With three pricks inside her, all pounding her in unison, she was was beyond stuffed. Her mouth now. "State v. Mayfield, case number 12-00145 is back in session for the purpose of delivering a verdict," Manning announced. "Has the jury reached its decision?" We have, Your Honor," the foreman commented.He took a folded sheet of paper and passed it to the bailiff. The bailiff, in turn, handed it to Judge Manning. Manning unfolded the paper and read what was written."In the case of Jonathan Scott Mayfield, convicted of capital murder in the death of Mary Beth Brockleman, we, the jury, sentence. She locked her elbows and bared down on it, staring as the five boys almost synchronised their jacking."You want their young cocks, don't you, slut." Frank's voice, gruff and husky, floated into her ear."Yes, daddy. I want that... boy cock." Jo's voice interrupted as Frank's cock sank deeper into her ass."What would you do for it?" Anything" What?" I'd do anything for that dripping hard boy cock, daddy."Frank settled into a rhythm as Jo's ass stretched to accommodate him. Soon the sound of his.