I love intelligent women who enjoy laughing and touching. Lisa fit the bill. She held my hand and touched my thigh as we talked. Lisa is a full-sized ...oman but beautifully sexy. She had on a long full summer dress with a high waist that accentuated her “D” cup tits. They jiggled as she laughed so she didn’t have on much of a bra. She was doing everything she could to get my eyes away from her baby blues and onto her cleavage. And I was happy to oblige. “Ronnie, you’re such a wonderful. Maybe a glass of warm milk would help, she thought.Mind made up, Kristin climbed out of bed and headed for the kitchen. As she passed the door to her mother's room, she heard a rhythmic squeaking and a low-pitched moan.Kristin was worried about the moan. Was her mother in pain? She peered through the space left by the slightly ajar door - and was shocked by what she saw.Her mother was on her hands and knees on the bed, and Kristin's Uncle Nick - her mother's own older brother - was behind her. She struggled, trying to cover herself until he swatted her sharply on her ass. Her reflexive reach back to the wounded area left her exposed."Now, quit this covering up nonsense," he said sharply. "There's nothing about your body that I don't know about. I got to wash semen off of you last night and douche it out of your vagina. I think I know your body pretty well by now."Chelsea let out a shriek after hearing that and started to cry. Ron wanted to hug her and comfort her, as he had done so. Smithson had initially appeared to be almost bored with the proceedings and Judkins replies to his questions. Suddenly his demeanor changed totally. Now there was fire in his eyes as he said, "Judkins, where is your brain? You have just testified that the charge against Miss Jennings was 'consorting with the enemy' to obtain special favors! Then you tell the Court that a woman five feet eight inches tall — her correct height, by the way — weighed seventy-five to eighty pounds. Judkins, that is.