Do you understand?"Kenny nodded and tried to look contrite. Inside he was juiced up. The prosecution so far had been pathetic and he figured he was ah...ad on points by a considerable margin. The crown couldn't have very much more - it was inconceivable that either of the Hamilton brothers would appear to testify, so how could they press home the commissioning murder charges other than through his own e-mail to Mark MacGhee. Kenny thought he could handle that.Advocate MacMillan did indeed. She would occasionaly pretend she was in the bathroom and send him a text telling him she could not wait and when I fell asleep she would be right down to his room. Krys sat there for a while telling me how much she wanted to get fucked by him again and she allowed me to go down on her as we talked. but asked me to wait till later to fuck her becase she wanted to be clean down there for him. Well eleven pm rolls around and he started texting her one after the other asking her if she was coming. "Mom came back as I was placing the flatware and plates on our dining room table. I heard her and John discussing the knives and the food he'd bought. I was standing in the doorway to the kitchen just as he finished the last knife. Mom took over to wash them as he stepped back to debone the chicken."Do you guys have any red wine?"I went to Dad's bar and pulled out one of the bottles. The glass was dark, so I couldn't see what color the wine was. "Is a cabinet something a red?" A cabernet. I looked her over. “I thought you said not to expect anything.”She smiled brightly “It would be a shame to waste this makeup... “ She dropped the towel without any ceremony.My verbal consent was apparently not required, since she promptly knelt between my legs, unzipped me and began to hungrily suck my cock. She made constant eye contact, and when she moved to mount me, she commented “I love the makeup.” We fucked on the chair for twenty minutes, slowly. Her ass was still a little too sore to.