Somewhat like the bulges in the guy’s pants which, being we were all seated so close were becoming very obvious. While the guys were being perfect g...ntlemen as Gretchen did her musical chair routine to make sure she sat with each of them a hand or two might have inadvertently brushed up against a bulge or a protrusion or a curve of breast or ass. Apologies were extended but soon those faded away and the touching became more frequent although still discreet. The one person she kept clear of was. I got to her cunt and began to kiss the insides of her legs and as I did she opened them wider and I could see her cunt all pink and wet - I looked up at her and she was looking down at me and smiled – then she pulled her legs back and opened them wider and I poked my tongue out and she just nodded and before I realised it I was licking the lips of her cunt and tasting her cunt juice. It had a strong taste just like mine but it was different. I knew I had to keep going, she was obviously. There he was talking with the judge as he was the representation of the defendent saying "so you see your honour my client Derek Kaiser could'nt have been at the scene of the crime because there is no proof beyond a shadow of a doubt that those finger prints that held that gun can no way be an exact match" as he then looked to the jury.There he showed them a picture of some finger prints "as you can see jury these figure prints have no match to my client Derek Kaiser, so think about it jury the. . "He fucked you missionary?" I nodded as much as his hand underneath my chin would allow me. Tears were running down my cheeks. "For how long?" he inquired. "Not sure exactly. Maybe 10, 15 minutes?" "15 minutes??? every time? just that??? What was wrong with that guy? How often?" The questions just kept coming. He stared into my eyes the entire time, enjoying my obvious embarrassment. He never let me allow to break our visual connection. "Every time he was staying over. But it was always just.