The prosecutor tried me as an adult, which was a mistake on his part. The standards of proof are much higher than they would have been in juvenile cou...t. My father testified my mother was in the act of killing both of us. The prosecutor tried to convince the jury that we two should have subdued my mother without killing her. The prosecutor eliminated all the lesser charges so that only a life sentence or the death penalty was available if I was convicted. He lost. Today. I am twenty-five. He wanted me to lick his asshole. And even if I didn't want to do it I was going to. I placed my tongue on it, and he started jerking my head back and forth, making me rim him. By now my cock was jutting out of my panties, and the drool was clear to the floor in a puddle. Carl jerked my head away from his asshole and stood up. Keeping hold of my hair, he led me, on my knees, to the bedroom. Once at the bed, he pulled me to my feet and told me to get on the bed on my elbows and knees. Now I was. Her body squirms and her knees open. She grinds her titties against his chest, wraps her arms around his neck. I see her mouth open and eager, her tongue pushing into his mouth. I see his hand between her legs and her grinding against him and my cock goes fully stiff now. I twitch it up and down against the apron, wanting desperately to cum right there. Alex play with her a few more minutes, then turns and looks at me. His eyes crawl down to my stiff erection underneath the apron and he. I slowly started getting interested in messing her up. But like many teenagers and someone from a conservative family, I used to get scared and do absolutely nothing. The devil inside me was screaming every time it happened.Then one day it was too much and I decided to take it a step further. I would occasionally jerk off and cum into her dirty bra and panties. I particularly liked to cum in her black bras and panties as they were silky smooth. She never noticed my nasty cum in her.