“They’re slow up in here.”“Yeah. I hate I’m up here though.”“I understand.”They all continued to wait. The judge entered and an elderl... cop instructed everyone to stand. Aubrey got a better look at the lady’s ass now. It was plump and generous sticking out of the gray pinstripe pencil skirt. Aubrey told himself to chill out. He wasn’t sure why she was in court, but was concerned that such a wholesome looking girl may be turned off by his reality. He was a street nigga. And, he had two ‘baby. " Trying to help you," she yelled, cutting him off. "You almost got your partner killed; chasing your selfish dreams of a past you can never get back."She advanced on him then, poking a long finger into his chest, "Get this through your head, secret agent-man. There is no 'us' anymore. You walked out. You left me to die with a broken heart. Well, I survived you. You hear me? I survived."Niko surprised her by taking a step back, turning his face away from her."I'm sorry, Camille. If I could. Picking up a blade of grass and shredding it she started to tell him about Oliver. ‘Oliver and I were at Art College together. We met there and moved in together soon after we met. He made the most amazing paintings, very vibrant, full of passion, very avant-garde. I make portraits, collages out of everyday things, textural, full of depth. His work started to sell, mine didn’t. He became more successful, his work selling well, people noticing his talent, I felt in his shadow. One day I came. Mark felt her light touch as she held him by the waistband and spread his upper form. He sensed/felt/saw her legs as she stepped into him. He could feel/sense/see her legs as the sexy material he now was, whisked against her smooth skin. She straightened, and Mark felt himself gliding over her flaring, sexy hips. He was in heaven as his form pressed against her sweet pussy. He could now feel/sense/see and even smell and TASTE her sweet pussy.For her part, Julie was amazed at how sexy these.