Don’t get me wrong. I’m in good shape. To stay alive in prison you have to be. I’m muscular and toned. But not like a heavy-duty weightlifter. I...suppose I’m best described as sinewy rather than buff.As I pushed my underwear down and bared my hard cock I felt my self-consciousness grow. My cock is just about dead on average in length. It’s six and a half inches long. Yes, I measured it; or at least my wife did. She was curious. It may be a little fatter than normal. But I haven’t seen that many. I was on her back I pushed my cock she guided me in and I kept on fucking her like my sex goddess.Her skin was fresh and smooth her hair were open after half an hour of fucking her hard on doggy I changed the position lied on her top and kept on fucking her and spreader her legs and fucked her hard she pleaded me to fuck more hard. I did the same she asked m to release mu cum inside her. After one hour of fucking, a huge loads of cum was shot by me in her pussy. She was as smiling and loving. She was sitting on the side of her bed wearing the same frilly robe. The bed was now made with the covers turned neatly down.She smiled at him. He smiled back nervously."I've been waiting for you, Jack. I'm getting sore."She stood up and removed the robe. She let it drop to the floor. Jack was startled. Instead of the nursing bra and the plain white panties from Sears, his mom was wearing only a fancy pair of panties. The panties had the French cut with the leg of the panties sexily rising up. I calmly walked from Joan's suite to my own. There I sat down and shook for ten minutes. Then I stood up, found the bottle of cheap bourbon and poured a stiff drink. I pulled up a porno story on the web and masturbated so that I could sleep. I had extra med from the time I broke my hand but I didn't use them.Just before falling asleep I realized I had bandaged my hand all day. I also realized that it didn't hurt too badly. When I woke up Saturday morning, I realized sleeping without the bandage.