She lifted one leg to let me feel her pussy as I pressed the silk material between the folds of flesh. She was now whispering in my ear how much she l...ved me, how she loved what I could do to her, how I could make her feel. She would whimper and grip me tight for a moment as I felt her climax, her juices flowing freely now soaking her crotch. My own pussy was wet and ready for her attentions, there was no resistance from me as she undid my blouse and threw it off followed by my bra. Now my. The whole fucking deal. Zoey was with Beth? They were girlfriends? Probably fucking? THE BITCH!!!! ***** My public defender didn’t like that I offered no explanation of the rape. I didn’t tell him about the teasing. Or the time with she and Jon down at the river. All I said was that my relationship with Beth was consensual. But that was all. Regarding Zoey, I just said, numbly, ‘I did it.’ And he really didn’t like my mental breakdown in the courtroom. I didn’t care. I didn’t care to fight.. This is going to be fun. Um umm."Ann, I'm Mr.Malone. Do you have any questions?" "Yes, I need to know that the inseminator relinquishes all rights." Oh, yes, of course, Ann. The inseminator has no authority or rights for claiming parentage. I will of course sign an agreement to that effect. Now, you are perfectly clear on this, aren't you? That this will be a natural insemination—not artificial." "Yes, I'm clear about that. I'm wondering about your success rate, and any guarantee." Our success. A bit of wine, and the idea of a dance was enough for our lips to meet. How long it took for us to go to her bed and get undressed? I don’t know. Why didn’t we use a condom? I don’t know. How many orgasms I gave her before I unload myself inside of her? I don’t know. The only thing I understand is I was trying so hard to escape my skin and join her lovely body. My cock wanted to melt in the warmth and wetness of her pussy. And my soul wanted to dance with her moans of pleasure. When did we fall.