All rose as the judge, a bewigged mature woman of average height, spare build, dressed in a flowing black gown, entered and sat facing the court. She ...ore a stern pinched look, her eyebrows arching as she scanned the room, noting the packed audience with a scathing as she made clear that she did not approve of the judgement of justice having any entertainment value.While everyone else sat, the clerk rose, passing a slim folder to Judge Smith, before turning and addressing the court.“The Divorce. He knew it would be my first time, but he didn’t care. Maybe it made it even better for him. I felt his big, strong hands on my shoulders and running down and caressing my chest. I could hear his breathing, I could feel in on my neck. He was almost grunting now, rubbing his rock hard cock between my smooth, young ass cheeks. I felt his lips brush against my neck. He aimed his cock’s head at my tight, little fuck hole and I felt my own cock twitch in excitement and anticipation. With a grunt, he. She was the most beautiful shade of red that I have ever seen, it was like her butt was made to be spanked this way. I told her she could get up so we could take the pictures for her husband.She wiped a couple of tears from her face when she stood up and got her phone. I suggested she stand in front of me and bend over and put her hands on the coffee table. Mostly I just wanted to see her in that position. Her breasts hung beautifully. I snapped a couple of photos and she took the phone and. The children aren't really "mine", either, they are raised communally. The women are still trying to figure out just what to tell the children and when. Also, only three of them so far have been male: there might be a lasting gender disparity, although I hope things aren't quite so disjointed for the next generation of males. Most of the women have paired off into couples, and sexually and romantically are attached to each other. My role in their sex lives is strictly biological. And again,.