I want you to hear him slamming and pummelling into me.” And he slammed harder still so Pammie could hear him as the three of them orgasmed simultaneously. Note none of the names used here are genuine but you can probably work out who they are... The trial Me and Al had nothing better to do so we went down Weatherfield Assizes where they had the trial of the Weatherfield eight going on. The Judge looked a right twat with a grey wig looking like it were full of dust and robes like something out of King Dick three by Will Shakespeare what we done for the end of term play at Weatherfield comp years ago. Angie one of the local tarts was giving evidence. She usually worked viaduct street from the Wethy Arms to Timothy Whites. Peroxide blonde, top heavy, nice legs shame about the face type, dressed like Mother Theresa very near, must have been down Oxfam because I never seen her without a Miniskirt and fishnets before though the twin set still couldn’t keep her rack under control. “Order in Court,” classic the judge bellows. To be honest I was dreaming about having a few bevvies later and looking at Angies tits and weren’t taking much notice of what was going on until then. People were laughing. “Mr Mollineaux, may I remind you that you act for the prosecution?” the Judge bellowed at the weasley git doing the prosecuting. “Yes your honour, may I continue?” the weasley git asked. “The witnesses sexual history has no bearing upon this case Mr Mollineaux,” the Judge continued. Sexual history, bloody hell this could take hours I thought. “Yes your Honour,” Mollineaux replied, japanese “May I proceed?” The Judge nodded. Mollneaux was a waste of space, he was being chucked round like a rag doll in a pit bull’s gob by the defence. The “Eight” though there was actually fourteen of them, paid some fancy London lawyer a bloody fortune to defend them, cute and they must have been wondering why they bothered as Mollineaux continued to fuck up the prosecution case. “Miss A,” he asked “Is it not the case that you are a horny little bitch who fucks all comers just to get some relief?” He had to call her “Miss A” to give her an “Onimity,” Angie as we called her, went red in the face. “I only fucks for money your Honour, not cause I likes it,” she replied. “Come come girl my dear, remember you’re under oath,” Molineaux prompted. “What the fucks he at,” Harley Charlie the boke with the moped whispers in my ear, “He’s supposed to be on our side.” “Dunno,” I says, “If she gets off he’s spending the night at A and E down Weatherfield General.” I saw Big Dave nodding, “Fucking Cemetary more like?” Mollineaux tried again, “Do you like fucking, it’s a simple enough question?” “No, yes, I don’t know,” she snapped, “Its them on trial not me.” “Is it not true that the very mention of fucking is making you wet down there? “ Mollineaux asked. “Fucks sake,” “Steely” Dan muttered, “I’m getting a hard on.” “So’s the Judge,” I added, “Least they’re listening to the bloke now.” “No,” Angie insisted. “Remember your are on oath,” Mollineaux insisted. “No,” she said again as she squirmed awkwardly. “In that case you won’t mind dropping your knickers so we can all see?” Mollineaux continued. “I ain’t dropping my knickers for vintage no one,” Angie insisted. She had been the initiator, but she was definitely frightened of what might happen. filling her with a massive load of cum Taylor looked at me with those fierce eyes from last night “I will Mom. Luckily i implanted a tracker in you so i easily found you but you’re mine and you need to accept that i own you. girl � Liliana and draco both gave him a disgusted look before they looked back at each other as Liliana blushed and Draco brought her hand up to his lips and kissed her hand. Goldie held back shutting his mouth tight not allowing his true desires to slip through his lips. Meg was only spired on more to ensure her son was taken care of. cute “I am a lying, disgusting hypocrite! I have to watch as Gara endures the same treatment – the shriek of pain and the look she gives me with her sensuous eyes wide in uncertainty. The pleasure rippled through me. My pussy clenched and convulsed. That only spells trouble. That cold carrot had taken my breath away as I writhed on my bed squeezing my cunt on it deep inside! "Do you want to take japanese care vintage of business then we can talk?" Although it classic was only 60 seconds it seemed like an eternity to Linsey until the machine stopped. However, I’m not done with my good news.