You’re gonna keep that fuck hole clean. Fill that bottle up with warm water, then shove the neck of that bottle in your ass. Fill that fuck chute up...with water, bitch. Clean that cunt out.” Brian once again obeyed the younger man. He cringed as he douched his ass out. Over and over, he filled his bowels with water and expelled it as the kid snickered and smirked. “Okay, your pussy should be clean now, faggot. Stand up and bend over. I wanna check that asshole out.” James. At least, now they could do it with benefit of a convincing smile and not a sour-faced frown.The judge announced that they would be kicking off the trial with opening statements right after an abbreviated lunch break. They usually got a full ninety minutes for lunch because the judge was “old school” and believed it was important to get a good meal in the middle of the day. Most of the female jurors and even some of the men thought that to be extremely old fashioned and a complete waste of time. She was lucid all this time and held my hand, but all the while getting weaker and weaker. We had maybe fifteen minutes before she was unable to talk. The love we had time to express for each other has held me together. It is something to hang onto. Angie did not come away from the wreckage alive. I was holding her hand when I was told she was gone. It took another half hour to free what was left of her."The father of the child that was killed was there at the other vehicle. The woman caused me. An hour later, I walked in the door. I went straight to our bedroom and found her lying on the bed, wearing one of my shirts barely buttoned and a pair of red, lacy cheeky’s. There was a near empty bottle of wine on our nightstand, and by her attitude she was feeling good. I took off my clothes and pulled open the shirt to expose her tits. I grabbed them hard and began squeezing her nipples as she arched her back in pleasure and a little pain. With my right hand, I pulled on one of her nipple.