I saw what I thought a gaping hole in the prosecution's case. We used a retired detective from time to time for gathering facts and I elicited his hel... to explore this gaping hole. In essence the case revolved around an arson attack. Brian Hathaway had been arrested and charged. The police alleged that he had left his local pub and detoured from his way home to throw what could best be described as a Molotov cocktail at the victim's home. Stan Gleeman our retired detective did what the police. Kevin's wife had impeccable taste, and she was very feminine in her choice of furniture and interior decor. Karren hoped Kevin's wife was as pretty as her home. Kevin led Karren into the entry hall and called to his wife. "Nancy honey, I'm home, and I've brought a friend home to meet you.” Karren had just now realized she had not known Kevin's wife's name until this moment. Nancy, Nancy, Nancy, hmm, Karren kept repeating it over and over, she loved that name. It brought visions of seductive. "Lieutenant Nancy Winifred Forester, you have been found guilty of all charges and are to be dishonorably discharged from military service effective upon completion of one year at hard labor at the rehabilitation facility in Yuma, Arizona. All pay and privileges are immediately suspended and you are no longer entitled to wear the uniform of this country."All she could remember of the night in question was sipping the drink given to her by her commanding officer Captain Hindsucker and waking up. She pushed back as I pushed forward. My cock disappeared into her. Both hands held her hips now as my belly pressed against her perfect ass. Beth sighed as I held myself deep inside her. Without warning I arched my hips backward and slammed back against her ass. She cried out in surprise as I began to fuck her hard. In and out, fucking her pussy, feeling her wet lips cling to my cock as I pulled out and then slide around me as I rushed back inside. Her knees were weak and her thighs.