NINETEENKandi lay in the king size bed and pulled up the goose down comforter to cover her naked body. Early Monday morning sunlight flashed across the bedroom screaming of another hot day in Agua Verde. Judge Lambert stood in front of the full length mirror, wrestling with his boxer shorts and wheezing. She was anxious for him to leave so that she could wash his filth off her body. s*x with him, if you could call it s*x, was like lying underneath a huge, greasy balloon that reeked of yesterday’s stale whiskey. The judge struggled to get the boxers over his large stomach, a stomach that hung so low that it nearly covered his p***s. If his pathetic d**k had been any smaller he’d have been a woman and a damn ugly one at that. She looked around the room, filled with brocades, silks, crystal c
