Now I stumble my words sometimes when I talk to her, I always have to be careful she doesn’t see me perving on her whenever she bends over, I can't ...help it! It's like my eyes are magnetically drawn to her ass. But most of all, now I have to constantly be on stiffy alert! If we are all in the main room watching T.V. and I notice I can see a little way up Doe’s skirt … boing! Then I can't get up from the chair for half an hour! Or the other day, I was helping her put the washing up on the. In the cab she was blushing. It was too soon. We really shouldn’t have been going to my apartment. We’d emailed a lot, though. I felt comfortable. Plus she would be leaving in a few hours. Part of me really thought that we would kiss, talk, laugh. That other part of me knew exactly what would happen. These two parts of me are often at odds. The latter almost always wins. We got to my apartment and I showed her around. We sat on my couch and she was shy and blushing and silent. This, of course,. "You don't hafta tell me," George muttered.Mabel put her lips close to George's ear and whispered: "Up the back of me," she hissed. "Right into my bottom--" she panted with emotion, "he- -he pried open the cheeks and stuck his big thing in me. I--I thought it was going to tear me wide open... or burn me." Mabel's hand went behind her and she stroked the ample flesh of her buttocks tenderly, as though she could still feel a gross organ piercing into her anal canal. "His stuff," she mouthed, "was. If you wish to attend, I would be pleased to have you within my courtroom. Having been a Federal Judge now for almost forty years, I'm still excited every time I step into court. I'm charged to know the law and direct proceedings according to the law most every day. Sometimes I even get to decide a case using the law the way it was intended. What a wonderful, awe inspiring task I have. I do enjoy citizens witnessing the law in progress."The Chief and I left and he said, "Let's go back to the.