Again in the morning, just before the light of dawn, I fucked her bottom one more time and by now I knew that the material of her pajamas over her bot...tom must have been soaking wet.When she got out of bed about an hour later, she kept pressing the flat of her hand against her bottom and I knew that she was investigating why she was so wet.But she didn't say a word as she left for her room. Surely I told myself she must know by now what I had done this to her and she certainly wasn't going to. He exposed a big wet patch at the centre of Fidah’s pink leggings that covered her pantyless bottom. Listening to their back-stories sure got Fidah wet. Her juices seeped from the patch. A curious Deepak touched to ‘see what it feels like.’Deepak began working on removing Fidah’s leggings and bra. She bent over to Hema and whispered in her ears, “Do you mind doing it with Deepak?”“I guess I don’t mind,” said Hema, panting from having her pussy fingered.She turned around as Deepak pulled away. You can have a trial by a jury of your peers, which is from nine to twelve people who are likely in no way, shape or form anything near being your peer. Or you can have all testimony and evidence presented to a judge alone, and he (or she) makes all the decisions, including whether or not you're guilty and what to do about it if you are.There are various perceived advantages to each kind of trial. Say for instance the issue at hand is emotional. That's something a defense attorney can play on. Her thumb was slowly circling then quickly rubbing across the top of the nearly virgin pussy. Ashley squealed and giggled as her sister twisted her finger around inside of the tight young body. In moments they were both nearly oblivious of me and only aware of what was being done and what they were doing to one another!I heard the back door open and I saw frolic come out carrying a wooden 6 pack carrier of long necks. I tried not to act like I was staring at her sisters but she just laughed..