I thought that the judge believed my story, it was true. What I didn't know was that this judge was a true American, trying to fight Fascism and he th...ought that stealing the horse was a prank and that I knew his history and was lying to him to get off.When I was done, the judge said, "I have listened to the story you told very carefully. I think you went on a drunken binge and tried to get out of it by taking advantage of me and this Court. I find you guilty of chickcanaree and theft of. Jack broke the silence. "Since we have company, she'll probably put something on. I'm a little surprised that she went as far as she did, knowing that you would be watching. Anyway, I guess you know now, at least a part of why I married her. She's not just my wife, she's my wet-dream too." I mumbled an 'uh huh' as we continued to watch the window. Carly came out of the dressing room and as Jack predicted, she had put something on. From that distance I couldn't tell too much about it, but she. We stopped kissing and I once again turned Carol around, she bent over and once again raised her dress. My cock already out and hard made a bee line for her pussy. I entered her, first the bulbous end of my cock meeting a bit of resistance from Carol’s pussy, but once it found her wetness it just slid straight in. Firstly a couple of inches but then I pressed harder and it slid in the rest of the way. Carol let out a gasp as my manhood penetrated her from behind.Her arse felt so good in my. But dead’s comparative. After-Life is real ... It’s complicated to explain ... We can come back if there are things we wanted to do but couldn’t...”‘Like WHAT”“Like HAVE YOU?”“Are You a ghost?”“Does that matter? Can I kiss you?”Kimberly stood there not knowing what to do. Could this really be happening? She knew she was a bit tipsy and her husband was asleep. Perhaps call it boredom. She was talking to a damn ghost. What would be the harm of sleeping with something dead? She was psyched to be.