”When they got back, he walked her into the courtroom and down to the bar. He was not permitted inside the swinging gates, because he was not consid...red to be an official member of the prosecution team. But everyone who worked for the court knew who he was, and what his job was. Some, such as the court reporter, thought Lacey was being ridiculous, hiring a bodyguard. Don Fillbert, the bailiff, felt the opposite. He knew how violent people could be, especially towards the person who was trying. But the seat of my prettiest panties, the ones I'd worn last night, was stiff with dried, thick stains and streaks, gobbets of them, and I realized it was someone else's heavily laden sperm. What had happened? What had I done?! I spent the day agonized, fearful I had thrown away my new precious relationship with my beloved wife, worried I might have done some perverse thing to disgust her, that now she would leave me.So when Monica got home I met her at the door with a Martini, and with many. I looked between her spread legs and cum was dribbling down from both holes. I pressed the tip of my cock to her cunt and eased it in. It was gorgeous and it was lucky she was full because the use they’d given her had made her swell up and that really tightened her hole.She was slippery and when I kissed her I tasted the spunk on her face. It didn’t take long for me to deposit my load in her belly then I cut her free and carried her to bed where we cuddled together through the night. And a. She knew this was something that we would eventually do every day. We had a weekend of escalating commitments to each other and we were on the right track to reaching our goal, to make our lives for each other forever."Why are you so happy?" I asked, knowing it was a Monday."I'm with you and we don't care who see's us. Wait until you see the smile on my face when I come home with you on Thursday!" She said bubbling over."Too much happy for a Monday, although I do look forward to making this a.