They even tried to show I was a cheater by bringing up my incidents in Iraq and using innuendo against me. They presented "evidence" showing I flirted...with women at the coffee shop and was probably having affairs with them. They even had witnesses to my attack on Warren in the Mall and a doctor's report from when I attacked him in his the first time.Finally when our turn came to present we systematically attacked each of their points and I thought came out pretty well. We couldn't do much about. "Ladies this officer is here looking for a missing girl, this is her picture," I said holding it out."Oh my god that's the girl that was with Melissa and Jack," Pat said."Who are Melissa and Jack?" the cop asked.We went into the story about how Patricia and I were together, why she left Melissa, and why Rebecca was here watching them. He called into the station and ran Melissa and Jack through the computer. After getting their information, he called for a detective."I called in the detective in. ‘If we were together, somewhere romantic.’ She reached out and touched my hair, her hand moving slowly down over my face. Hazel leaned forward, her fingers under my chin, her thumb sliding back and forth across my cheek. ‘Would you kiss me, Carl?’ Of their own accord, my hands went up to my aunt’s hips. We stayed like that for long seconds, an unmoving tableau, my aunt leaning over me, our eyes locked. The word creaked out of my dusty throat. ‘Yes,’ I croaked. ‘You’d kiss me, Carl?’ Hazel. This is what you long for. Only sluts like you can trulyappreciate the taste a man's cum." I close my eyes not wanting to spit it out, but Mistress Sabrina's gripwas firm and would not let my jaw open in the slightest. She set theflute down and began to rub my throat to relax the muscles, and before Icould stop it, the cum in my mouth began to slide down my throat to mywaiting stomach."There, that wasn't so bad was it?" she asks rhetorically while shegrabbed another glass and pressed it to my.