Then she hiccupped and giggled like a loon.“It’s time to cross-examine YumYum now, Jacqui,” he said, indicating the waiting witness.“Oh, right...... right,” she said. “Gotta cross a salmon.”“Here, let me help you,” he said, placing a helpful, steadying hand on her ass and another on her large right tit, he helped her to her feet and then helped her around the table and up to the witness stand, right up into the witness box. That was hardly orthodox, but Lorinda was so close to cuming she didn’t. A few weeks later I was headed out to Detroit to meet my half sister, Jessica. When she arrived at my father's house and got out of the car, the first thing I thought was 'wow, my sister is a hottie'. She was about 5'9 110; she had great tits, probably 32C, long shapely legs, and an amazingly tight ass. We chatted for a while and got to know each other a better. Throughout the entire time we talked, I kept on thinking how sexy she was. Later that night on the way home all I could think about. "You're so warm, so tight, so lively." He thrusts faster and runs his fingers through your hair"So beautiful." "You're a perfect toy, so alive." You feel every inch of him, he lifts up your legs, the candlelight illuminating his stiff and veiny cock. The dim light highlights his pale, ashen face and rough features. You smile softly, without even realizing it. You can't help but find it..oddly attractive. A part of you loves this but knows how perverse and wrong it is. "But you're dead..." So?". He glanced up at the gleaming capitol building with its new dome and shaded his eyes to peer at the tall statue with its crested helmet.The city was thick with uniforms in the summer of 1865, and the air was heavy with the stink of sewage in the fetid canal. People scurried along the streets and in and out of the stores and taverns. Hordes of flies and mosquitoes swarmed everywhere, and the ghastly color of sluggish Tiber Creek reflected its foulness.Mrs. Williams clucked to her trusty mules.