But, just for giggles, let’s pretend you do. I’ll let you keep Michael McHenry and Lillian Graves a secret until the judge makes you produce them....What’s your evidence?”“I ... I have an audio of Liz Larimer confessing!” the man tried.“No, you don’t,” I said dismissively. “Is that what McHenry told you? God, you’re a dupe. Look, Sport, let me fill you in on a few facts. The audio you heard is not Liz Larimer. It was someone else paid with drugs by Michael McHenry’s lover – the other voice on the. ‘Mark, there’s something about you that amazes me. It’s not luck, but I don’t know what else to call it. Everything you do, prospers. You can come up with the strangest ideas, yet they work, and they’re good. I’m proud of you. I’m also happy you and Trish will be getting married.’ ‘This plan isn’t working yet.’ ‘But it will. You wait and see. I’m trusting God. It will.’ Arriving home, Trish met us and gave me a kiss through the car window. ‘Amy’s having trouble walking. I think you should look. ..damn!!!As luck would have it, I had to wait until last to draw from the bowl. No real challenge as everyone was paired up by this time. Some of them were already going for it, getting undressed, kissing and caressing each other. Right now, I was getting pretty nervous, and was not sure i could go through with it after all. Bill just looked at me and nodded, as if to say "You can do it wren." He then turned his attention back to the two girls with him, who were already topless, and played with. Begging me to never stop, she is pushing her pussy into my face so hard I can barely breathe. She starts cumming again, riding one wave of orgasm after another. Stopping finally, I let her body sink back into the bed. The bed is wet under her from her juices. I pick her up, and move her over. Spreading her legs, I kneel between them. My hard cock is dripping pre-cum. I rub the head on her bald pussy, adding my juices to hers. She has propped herself up where she can watch. I can see her blue.