Some are better than others are. I have seen a few legal systems that are far worse than the system you described to me.“Your system gives a person ... trial. I’ve been places where a committee decides if the accused is guilty or innocent without even seeing or speaking with the accused.“In your system, the defendant is allowed to speak in their own behalf. In some places, the accused may be allowed to appear before their Judges, but they are not allowed to speak. They are there to be sentenced. She whispered in my ear, “Debbie needs her plumbing checked.”“Oh, really?”Then Cathy came over to us and kissed my cheek and then asked, “Stud, can you plunge my pipes so I can flow better?”We all laughed as we headed to the bedroom. I need to say here that at this point Debbie was six months pregnant and so our only choice would be to do this doggie style. That was no problem as I liked it that way to really penetrate both her and Cathy.When we got to the bedroom both women undressed each. In the center of the room sat a man who seemed to be about her height. His face was rugged with the full mustache, yet it also seemed to be so genteel. Even in the darkened room she could see that he was well muscled, from good stock. Now all she had to do was put the next part of her plan into motion.After emptying the glass, she returned it to the bar, slowly turned toward the stranger parted her legs so that he would have a perfect view of the promised land. Sliding off the bar stool, once. My hair had cost a fortune, and I'd taken my time looking my best for him."Thank you, kind sir."He hung his jacket up and slipped his shoes off, then took the two steps to take me in his arms and kiss me. His gentle hands held me tight to him. My hands in his hair. He could have taken me, there and then. I broke off the kiss, taking his hand and leading him to the study. "Tell me about your day," I asked him. I took two cut-glass tumblers from the shelf, opened the ice-bucket, freshly filled,.