She reached up under her skirt and pulled down her panties. Either she handed them to him or he grabbed them from her before they were tossed aside. ...She never did get those panties back.Events quickly, and rather unceremoniously, progressed to Marsha being empaled on his marble-hard cock while he remained standing. Her legs were splayed over his forearms and out to the side.His hands gripped her ass and hips. She held on to his bull-like neck as he bounced her up and down on the full. "My wife Flavia ventured a question. "What would you call theircrimes?" she asked of my brother."The two cases presented to me," Gaius said with a certain smug self-admiration -- as if he were the only keeper of the law! I thought --"were both of a similar nature. Wild women, both of them; each claimeda husband who was not to be found. We could not prove any adulterousbehavior by either of them, but both were clearly guilty of wearingscandalously loose clothing and of public drunkenness. We. Then I thought I heard someone behind me but saw no one.Yes Junior from my new perspective has a lot of positives he is smart,very confident, and hotter than hell, I wonder what he thought of me.Huh? Did I just asked myself if Junior was interested in me? I did, whatis happening to me? Sue said he made very sexually active and the joke ofthe split crouch panties that I am wearing, maybe it is not a joke maybeSue wants me to use them.I opened the door and went in. the house looked much bigger,. “But Annette can take that kind of criticism. Arthur can’t.”“Why do you think I can take it?” Annette yelled. Tears streamed down her cheeks. “I thought it was my best work. Arthur isn’t the only one in the family with feelings!”“It isn’t about feelings,” Mom joined in. “It’s about how you respond to criticism and what you are going to do about it. Annette, what do you intend to do with your manuscript?”“Rewrite it! I’ll show him!” Annette stood and dumped the rest of her food in the garbage.