Shimon let a small smile show before, moving slowly, he pulled from inside his jacket a thin envelope.“Please forgive us, Mister Neveh, we are a bit...on edge at the moment.” Judge Ramirez said with a chuckle.“I have been here too long, I think. I should have known better than to reach like that when tensions were high. Even at home that might have gotten me shot.” Shimon said, shaking his head. “I think that envelope explains why you are nervous and why I am here.”I took the envelope and pulled. Her pants were same - black patented leather that could barely contain her 55" hips and thunderous thighs. Finally she had knee high boots with 6" heels. Standing up, I could barely come up to her breasts. I felt useless, pathetic, even more than she told me I was. "Mom.." I whispered. I was still on all fours, my ass exposed to her."WHAT?" she growled. She had a paddle in her hand. I opened my mouth and "SMACK!" came the paddle down on my soft hips. "ouuuuch!" I yelped and looked up in the. I had a hard on from the moment he called, I knew what he was up to or at least I was fairly sure what he wanted, you see Clyde loved to have his dick sucked but he would never let a cock pass his lips, no that according to him was “queer”, that didn’t however stop me from fucking the shit, pardon the pun out of his tight boy ass. It always amused me that being queer to him was sucking not fucking and he took it in the ass from almost every boy in the neighborhood. I can’t say much, I sucked. It was a picture he could still, after all these years, conjure up in an instance.The fantasy would always stop there. Mostly because that would be enough to make him come, the hormones racing at the speed of light through his teenage body. But also because any additional mental picture would break the magic. Like this, the fantasy was complete. Less is sometimes more. His highschool years weren't the best of times when it came to sex, in spite of being quite popular. There were some fleeting.