.. FUCK ME."Lucy started to fuck Harry slowly, raising and lowering her hips, enjoying the exciting way the huge cock moved inside her young cunt.Hele... prodded, "Ride my husband's cock, Lucy... ride him." Oh sir! I like the way your cock feels inside me... move it, sir... move it."Harry responded by raising his hips each time she lowered hers. This enabled his cock to plunge deep into her cunt. Steadily they fucked, moaning and panting, Harry's hands now fondling and squeezing her big. Her last nephew had been an draftsman and had drawn up the plans to the re-construction, even giving her the name of a contractor that would do all the work discreetly for her. She had paid the contractor with cash and he had sworn to her he would never tell anyone where she lived. She loved her privacy and there was only two other people who actually knew her location and how to get there.The first was her last remaining neice, Patricia. Pat (as she loved to be called) was in her early 50's. Matthew McDill's intent was to try to wear down the prosecution and buy himself enough time that Lacey would stop participating in her own crucifixion.Lacking that, he wanted the judge to give her the first opportunity at parole, which was ten years, instead of the last, which was twenty-five.In another room, down a short non-public hallway from Courtroom B, twelve people sat, or milled around, contemplating how their lives had been interrupted. Perhaps co-opted was the better term, because. Sven, as you know, doesn't dance much and this evening has been great. Haven't had as much fun for ages."Just then the music restarted with a slower tune for a change. Jan grabbed me and we set off for my token dance.Jan snuggled up to me. "Hey there big fellow, I hate to mention this, but this is the second hard cock that's been pressed up to me this evening."I kissed her and she put her head back on my shoulder. "I noticed you've been lent Mike for the evening, maybe we should return before.