”There were no further witnesses so the Judge called for closing arguments. Jeff stood in front of the jury box and presented what I felt was a very...strong close, making eye contact with each juror as he referred to the strength of the evidence, the testimony provided, and the nature of the brutal crimes Bill was accused of committing. By comparison Victoria didn’t seem to connect with the jury, but nonetheless did her best to create an element of reasonable doubt, referring again to my. I used the vibrator several more times.Eventually I did call it though.I think I do know why the thought of sucking cock anonymously appeals to me so much. A teenage event I suppose. I will briefly mention it only because it might explain what was driving me.The first bit is not really relevant to what I am writing but I feel that I need to explain so please bear with me.Several years earlier, just after my sixteenth birthday, I had gone through a pretty wayward stage. And although I had a. "With that message from Edie, the car's speed was increasing and it reached 88 mph. Upon arriving at home safely, I parked the car in the drive, quietly snuck into the house and spoke to Edie on my phone. "How are you doing? Are following the directions," I inquired."Fuck yes! Get your tongue and cock here ASAP," she screamed into the phone.Little did she know that I snuck into the house quietly, got undressed and was watching her solo performance. There was Edie with legs drawn up, dressed. Tasha reclined back with her head pressed against the window and her legs wide open, flung across the back of the seat. All of the outside traffic and noises faded away as Don licked and sucked on her wet snatch. His tongue slid up and down her slit, dancing against her clit. Tasha softly moaned as Don’s tongue quickly eased her frustration away. Hearing her delighted moans, Sharon smiled, licking her lips and living vicariously through the actions of her husband. "She’s dripping wet, isn’t.