“Yes, baby, give it all to me! Mmmmmmm.”I slowly went all the way in inch by inch. Every thrust I made she kept getting louder and louder with her...moans and demanding me to fuck her harder. By this time the girls could have been in the house and would most likely be able to hear me fucking the shit out of their slutty mother. I reached down to expose her enormous hanging tits so that I could watch them sway back and forth to every thrust I made into her wet box. Her nipples were so hard and. " he said."Jostling are you a lawyer?" I asked."As a matter of fact, not exactly. I'm a Judge," he said."Well hell yeah, you never know when I might need a friendly judge," I said."This is strictly business," he said."Of course it is," I replied to the tall, straight, and very thin man in his early sixties. "Tell your hanger builder that if he makes rutting in my runway we will have his ass out her filling them with a fucking teaspoon." I will have it written in the sales contract," the judge. She started laying back on the bed and I laid back with her. We were side by side and I was afraid to move. Afraid of breaking the spell. She asked if I wanted to touch her? And with a lot of feeling, I said, “Yes.”My hands were all over her. Touching her breasts, running the tip of my finger around her aureole, her hips, her bottom, her thighs, her face. We’d kissed and kissed, and I could taste her lipstick on my lips. She was touching me too and it sent me through a constant steam of shivers. Nola was in the back seat, sitting behind me. She leaned, moved across and forward, kissing Vida on the cheek. "Hi, Mom. Are you all set to see your daughter go to jail?" Nola, I hope not. I still don't understand why you have been acting so." Okay ladies, no fighting. Nola won't be going to jail. Let's concentrate on getting her through this. Nobody is to say anything if you can't be nice." Nola started humming a song. I drove a mile before I got onto what the tune was. I knew Vida didn't.