My sister slipped up beside me in the press to leave the courtroom. My heart hammered in my chest. I couldn't believe what we did. My friend, Detectiv...e Tucker, gave me such a dirty look. I could tell he wanted to punch me in the face. He knew I'd sandbagged the jury.Then he looked at my sister and his lip curled.“I need you,” hissed Catherine, her voice almost lost to the turmoil. “Right here. Third-floor bathroom. I want you to pound me.”“Yes,” I groaned, hoarse, addicted. We would be. I assisted by undoing my belt and unfastening the top of my pants to give her more room to play with, immediately she bent over and started to put my cock in her moist mouth, it felt great. I lowered the seat back and raised my arse into the air just enough to allow Jan to slide my pants and jocks down to my ankles and got comfortable, as I was doing this Jan reached in under my balls and grabbed hold, her tongue slid up and down the entire length of my cock as she tweaked my ball sack, then. "You haven't really thought about it before? How do you decide to sleep with a girl and not think about it?"I could see she was genuinely shocked and not trying to be mean. The absurdity of it got to me as well and I ended up laughing so hard that tears ran down my cheeks. "Wow, I'm the idiot now." People were looking at us now and I was getting uncomfortable. "I need to go back for class. Want to walk with me?"The laughter continued to bubble up as we walked along the sidewalk back to campus.. Annette Blanchard had known me better than I knew myself, and I remembered the dear sweet lovely woman with deep affection and love.Would I have fallen in love with Annette Blanchard if Caroline had remained in England? Who can say, but I retained the unsettling thought Annette may have been a surrogate for Caroline Ashford, and the love I felt for the one was a reflection of the love I held for the other. But what of the night with Annette at Chateau Blanchard when we became one, and I.