'Both showed signs of bulges poking up in their tight jeans.Louise was the first to blatantly ask what they had seen and if they had enjoyed watching ...us fucking.The word 'fucking' was emphasised by her and I could tell she was getting turned on again both from her facial expression and from the fact that Simon's shirt which had been covering her was now cast off onto the ground, leaving her on full display for these two younger men.I took my lead from her and did likewise letting Peter's shirt. .. take our time. Oh... God... that feels so good. You're so hot... so warm... I'm... I'm... all wet John. I'm wet wanting you. Feel me... See how wet I am. Feel my need."My words enflamed him. I felt his erection pressing into my back. I also felt my little butthole throb. I wanted him there. It had been a while since we last had anal sex, and I wanted him there tonight. I would get my desire quenched in John tonight.I wiggled my hips slowly, pressing back into his hardness as I did. He was. I arrive home and take a long hot shower, I realizethat maybe I should shave a bit down below as I mightget lucky tonight and would want to look my best.After the shower and several coats of lotion I wasready to get dressed. I dressed slowly and applied somesmell good stuff and felt great.As I was getting ready to leave I could not find mysport coat, them it hit me, I took it off at her placeand did not grab it when I left. Now what do I do, Icheck my closet and nothing seems to work. I figure. . They had opted for a trial by judge as, in Harold's opinion, the case would depend more on an analysis of legal precedents than on a big show 'a la Perry Mason' in order to lend a sympathetic atmosphere for a jury. This way, as well, Harold could avoid a whole spread of courtroom theatrics; he knew he was a good lawyer but he was still unsure of his capacities as a comedian. They had spent the last two weeks rehearsing, begrudgingly in Lisa's case, as she hated to be away from her school..