“What does that mean?”She smelled the air again. “It was you we smelled. You smell good. And that makes me want to do more than stand here and c...ress you.” She looked down and I felt her other hand lightly stroke me. “I want to do all the things we’ve been doing. I want to do it a lot.”My breath stuttered. Her hand felt so good and I knew there were things we could do that would feel even better. I had no real experience, so I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to feel so aroused again after so many. We arrived 15 minutes early and presented our arrival to the Clerk of the Court. Ms Wren insisted on suits, clean white shirts, a somber tie and polished shoes. Before entering we shut off all electronic devices.When the judge entered we stood and waited for her to be seated before we sat.The announcement was made by the Clerk.“If it please the court, in the matter of Orphan Girl, the plaintiff and counsel are present. The defense has not yet made an appearance.”“Has a determination as to the. But Stanley had other ideas. He grabbed my head and pushed it down on his cock. I took it in my mouth and began sucking. Soon he was banging the entrance to my throat. Using all my cocksucking skills, I relaxed my throat muscles and let his big cock enter my throat.I was no longer sucking his cock, he was fucking my throat like a tight pussy, grunting as he did. Tears were rolling down my cheeks as drool was seeping from my mouth. I had deep throated Stanley many times but never experienced. In my old life, I made at least one trip to Las Vegas every year between 1969 and 1977 to see Elvis Presley perform at the International Hotel. Yeah, I was a huge fan of the King of Rock and Roll, and my status as a minor celebrity when the rodeo was in town was my ticket to the show. I met Crazy Cora Leigh at one of those shows. She was an even bigger fan than I was.So, my idea was a campy take off on Elvis, with a nod towards Walt Disney’s “Zorro” franchise. When old Tyler steals from the.