Her love life had been scarce however; a few, not many, one-night-stands which left her emotionally unsatisfied and confused, and a couple or wild par...ies. She asked herself, permanently questioning her sexuality, about what she was; was she bi-sexual? Was she a lesbian? What she never considered asking herself was whether or not she was straight. She didn't like most of the men she knew, and never considered fucking them.Being in this kind of permanent mental turmoil about her sex preferences,. I had no idea what he looked like but he was power pistoning his cock in and out of my cum dripping ass. I could feel cum dripping down my thighs staining my stockings and panties. I am sure a puddle was forming on the concrete below the bench. My latest r****t pounded his meat in and out. His fucking created a slapping sound as his groin, cock and balls hit into my ass and thighs. The fluids seeping out of my ass help ampilify this sound, to a point I worried about the loudness of the fucking.. " Coming right up." Mandy's right: you don't come here that often. What's the occasion?" Word has descended from on high ... Judge Thatcher has finished studying the question; she will render her verdict next Monday morning. We are expected at the courthouse at ten." Oh." They spent the rest of the meal discussing different eventualities.The following Monday, Harold and Lisa arrived at the courthouse early because, between the media, the libertarians and the religious fanatics, they were. Instead of reassuring each other we ended up with our tongues in each other's mouths in an instant, the sexual - and kinky - tension was immense, too much for two lonely people dressed in sexy leather, with the whole evening ahead.Our tongues explored each others mouths as our hands concurrently explored felt each other's tightly, leather-clad, bodies. We came up for air on occasion knowing that this was a terrible, awfully bad thing, but the sight of each other's lust in our eyes simply fueled.