. sorry!Anyway, I pushed my boobies against the bark of the tree and let them slide across, sort of wrapping myself round, twisting, so my belly was ...against the tree too. In the distance I could hear a dog barking and just see its owner shouting over the tops of the brambles. I loved the excitement of being half-naked and almost public! I dragged myself back across the trunk of the tree, letting the breaks in the bark cut at my boobs, so that when I pulled away and touched myself there were. The ropeand the shovel prove they had PLANNED to rape Susan. They had PLANNED tomurder her. That is blatant premeditation, ladies and gentlemen of thejury, of both the rape and the murder."The defense claims a defense of something they call 'gay panic.' If youaccept that defense than you also condone what the Nazis did during theSecond World War to Gays and Jews, Gypsies and Poles. Both what the Nazisdid and the defendants did was pure murder."That is why I need your help, today. I need your. Then she smiled and leant back in her seat as she parted her legs ever so slightly.. The invitation was obvious.Still leaning back, pert titties pushed forward, perfectly pointy nipples hardening obiously under her tshirt, Jasmine closed her eyes as my grip loosened and I slowly but steadily ran the palm of my hand up along the soft smooth flesh of her inner thigh. My finger tips reached the crease of her thigh and stroked there gently as she opened herself further. I brushed the side of her. I had discussed with Candy her accent, which to my British ears had a southern twang, even though she was from Maryland, and she seemed to enjoy my clumsy attempts at sounding like her.“Say, pretty lady,” I began. She did a sort of prostrate shuffle and looked over at me.“Yes, honey?”“You sure are a darned good looking woman, pardon my French.”“Why thank you kind sir,” she said. “What’s brought this on?”“Just lyin’ here a’thinkin’,” I said, on the verge of chickening out. Candy turned away and.