I find theaforementioned dress, it's perfect, our Hepzibah, dead on as usual. Igrab the matching hat and race back. I return to, "Abigail, you asked...forour opinion, I presume you want us to be honest, and we gave it to you.You are a beautiful young womyn, and the dress we have suggested, which isa unanimous decision of this family's fashion police, Jezzie, Hepzibah,and myself, is to go with the white lace dress." Abigail holds the whitedress up to her and looks at herself in the side mirror,. "They please you! They're yours!" she moaned, enjoying the way he was fucking her. She regretted a little that Dick wasn't here and she could have his cock inside her too, but that feeling was quickly displaced by the cock in her pussy. He was good. Incredibly good! The first man to really fuck her good. Then she felt her pussy fill with his cum and the feeling was intoxicating enough to make her come too. Greedily Bruce thrust into her hot filled pussy a few more times and then slowly pulled. He looked pale, even frail. It was somewhat of a shock. The Judge had always been a big, strong man and he was rarely sick. Mac could see his hand tremble slightly as he took a drink. He suddenly realized that the Judge looked ill."Mac, I'm sitting on a big case that involves the RICO Act and racketeering. There are some big names involved here; very powerful people with mob connections." The Judge suddenly looked uneasy, taking a quick drink.Mac knew that the Judge always had the toughest. I caught her eye and raised a hand to my mouth and made a tilting motion, asking her if she wanted a drink. She gave her nose a little scrunch and shook her head. I shrugged my shoulders and sidled off to find a bar and something to nibble on. I generally dislike big parties but I particularly despise them when I am there because I have to be instead of because I want to be. This night I had to go because my wife was on the gala committee and it just wouldn’t be right if I didn’t show up. That.