Our heels (hers at least 5” and mine, 3”) clicked on the slate of the pathway that led us through a small, curved avenue of trees that suddenly en...ed with a view of the lake that sat like a jewel in Lilly’s huge garden. A long granite bench seat was placed strategically at the end of the avenue and we sat. I smoothed my long, dark blue skirt under my arse as we sat at either end and I turned to look at her. ‘Has Lilly sent you to get me sober?’ ‘Her words were to distract you.’ ‘It’s worked.. Phir mine apne hotho me ice cube liya aur ushke muh me diya ur hum dono use chusne lage. Phir wo uthi aur mere sine pr kiss krte hue mere lund pr pahuchi aur mere lund ko apne muh me le liya. Wo der tk mere lund se chusti rhi. Wo mere lund ko bich bich me apne dudh ke bich lekr bhi upr niche krti rhi. Mere gotiyo ko bhi muh me lekr chusti rhi.Phir mine use litaya aur ushke pairo ke bih agya. Maine ushke phuddi pr thora thuk lagay aur ushme apna lund dhire hire dlne laga. Mai ushke dudh ko bhi. She grabbed the mic withher long, slender fingers, carefully ensuring she didn't damage herperfect French manicure. She pulled the mic close to her mouth,sensuously wet her lips while staring intently at the judge, and said,in the sexiest voice she could (which was pretty much her regular voicenow), "Hi your honor. I'm Tiffany and I'm here to claim my settlementfrom the vaccine side-effects."We'll never knew if the judge's robes tented before Jenny wentcompletely wet, but there wasn't a person. I couldn't tell her the truth. So I just made something up. And I'm not very good at lying. “His name is John Smith,” I replied. Then she just started laughing. She obviously knew I was full of shit. “John Smith? Yeah that's really original. I'm serious, who is he? Do I really not know him? Is he someone from school? Or is it a she? I'm your best friend, it's more than OK with me. So who is it?” Jeanette asked. She was more than curious. I thought that she was fishing to get me fess up, but I.