It was two weeks before the court calendar had an opening even to allow me to plead. I got me ten to twenty-five. I fell into my chair sick to my stom...ach. Parole would be possible, if I were lucky. I was fucking sick.Weldon Yardley was the man’s name, the judge that sentenced me to forever behind bars. Well, ten to twenty-five years seemed an eternity to me. I’d fallen into my seat at the defendant’s table when he’d pronounced it. My lawyer, Jesse Russo, a fine-looking Italian fellow, had. She moans as I shove my tounge deep within her folds moving it side to side inside her sweet pussy and as she gets wetter there's strawberry jam comming out that's when she told me she injected strawberry jam into her pussy so I could enjoy my breakfast.I started to lic her pussy harder and faster with every lap damn was tasting like heaven then without warning her juices start gushing out looking like whhite foam and I star licking her sweet pussy even more that's when I realised I could hold. They liked the guestrooms too, as they contained fewer handrails and poles.John came home at five PM and I introduced Heather and Kate to him, explaining they were not there about any issue with our kids. He was relieved. We went on with our normal routine and Heather and Kate commandeered one of our guestrooms at seven PM. About ten minutes later they reappeared smiling at us.Heather began, " Mrs. and Mr. Logan, you're the winner against Mr. Logan's former father-in-law."John and I looked at. As I approached the main office, the sounds of faint murmuring and some kind of occasional beep greeted my ears. As the situation came into my viewpoint, the worst case scenario came up and hit me straight in the gut.Police. The police were called. Memories of what had been said at the party flashed through my mind as I realized that this was probably the school's doing, not May's or Phil's. The beeping came from inside the office as some police officer was talking into a walkie-talkie. I.