’ ‘I object judge. The prosecution cannot call a member of the jury to testify.’ Sandy screamed, ‘Your honor, the defense attorney is leaving ...e, no one to call to testify against my mother.’ Fred said, ‘Your honor, I object. The prosecution has no right to refer to the defendant as anything but the defendant or by her proper name.’ ‘Dad, stop it.’ ‘Your honor, I object.’ ‘Mister Defense Attorney, you can stop objecting, motion is granted. Miss Prosecutor, for the smarter sister, you are doing. Her breasts looked magnificent under her light shell, and I could make out the contours of what looked like a very efficient-but-sexy bra under it. As we drove, she asked me what had become of me at the party, and if I had seen or heard from Lillian or Wendy. I explained I had been out of commission for the past two months, and had become a recluse. I suggested we head back to the hospital to get her cr, but she said, "Naw...we're close to my house...let's go there for a nitecap, and I'll. ..Drink Mommy's piss like a good little cunt! Ha, ha... Keepflushing, daughter-toilet...Uuhhmmmm"Pig-Cunt slowly rolled her hips as she washed her daughter in her piss. Lucyalso moved her head in a slow, wide circle for her mother. Lucy loved it whenher mother soaked her fine, blonde hair in her piss. Lucy moaned as she caught aclump of her piss soaked hair in her mouth and sucked the piss from it. Piss randown her back and into the crack of her ass and cunt, causing her to squirm onthe. As my birthday approached, she took me aside and asked what I would like as a present from her. I looked her in the eye and, with true regret, told that what I really wanted would never be achievable. She pursued the matter and asked why this ‘present’ was so special. I told her that it was a dream of mine, and dreams very seldom come true. A day or so later, she called me at work and said that she was totally intrigued by my wish that she was determined to find out what it was that I wanted so.