Her breasts rested against my back and I could feelthe hardness of her nipples through her blouse. The warmth of her bodycaressed mine. "Do you love m..., sissy?" she asked.My reply was one in which I attempted to pour out the devotion, love,admiration, and gratitude I felt for her, but the power of the emotion Ifelt made it hard for me to speak. I was near tears. She spoke to mequietly: "Shhhh, shhhh, little one. I know, I know." There was deepemotion in her voice, too."I need this so, much,. "I told you that you were going the wrong way," she pressed, but Irefused to be drawn into her potential tirade."This way," the officer said, motioning for us to enter a courtroom.Like the rest of what I had seen of Ovid, the courtroom was ratherimpressive. Of course, if they hauled in many hapless drivers like me ontrumped-up charges, I supposed they could easily afford impressivecourtrooms.A judge was already sitting on the bench. I could see he was going to betrouble. He had a stern look. I reached the top of her slit, then darted my tongue into her cunt. She reacted with apparent great satisfaction.I turned on my back and pulled Bev onto me. She wasted no time in putting her pussy over my face, and I quickly began to lick her clit and pussy lips. Then she took my cock in her mouth, and I lubed a finger with pussy juice and pushed it up her ass. She began to slap her cunt on my face and then had a massive orgasm. I pulled my cock from her mouth, and placed her on her back, and. “I stepped on the ladder to reach that corner with the brush and the paint container tipped as I tried to balance, and then, well, here you go.” I had to chuckle as I wiped the dripping goop off of her. “How about we call it quits on the painting? We'll get you cleaned up and then, pizza?” “Sounds good. I will be right back,” she said as she exited the front door. Man, I really need to learn how to flirt, I thought as I cleaned up the painting supplies. After the pizza arrived, I.