We could call it, ‘English girl sips tea.’” He was smiling, a big American smile, but she didn’t know if he was joking. He seemed serious. She...sat the tea down, tried to pull up her pants, but didn’t think she could bend down far enough. She felt raw, undone, and couldn’t believe what had just happened. She tried to reach down again but he stepped closer and said, “I’ll do that.” He took one of her hands in his, tilted her head with the other, and kissed her deep. Their first kiss, after he had. The judge asked Mr. O’Connor to repeat the question so that it could be heard. That was a courtroom tactic which James O’Connor had used at crucial moments. He now had everyone’s attention as he repeated the statement. Then his next move was to start a series of questions that would reveal to the jury the scandalous activities which occurred that evening. ‘Ms Liu, would you please tell us besides the drinking and drug use what else went on at the party that evening.’ This time Michelle kept her. The scream was so shocking that his own urgency was reduced and he was able to keep right on plunging. Her legs had fallen from around his waist when she came, and he moved them up over his shoulders. She was bent almost in half and he was leaning against her legs at an angle.By the time he came, she was almost limp. He was pretty limp, too, but he was not done showing off. Still firm enough to stay within her, he knelt enough to pull her against himself, then managed to stand. He headed right. His belly started making little slapping sounds against my bottom, and he went faster. Faster felt good. Almost like a really good tickle at my butt, and something else, something good, down between my legs.He bent over me again and wrapped his arms around me, and he took us onto our sides. His belly pressed my back and the tops of his legs pressed the underside of mine. He thrust deep and long; each thrust driving my own hips forward.He rolled us onto our backs and, holding my chest, bounced.