"Well, as much as I'd love to listen to that sexy accent all day, I'd better go see Kenny. He's already accused me of having a crush on you from the f...rst time we met a couple of weeks ago." She was smiling broadly as her gaze moved lower once again, this time making sure I knew what she was looking at. "I was hoping I wasn't that obvious," she giggled. "I should be so lucky to have a pretty young girl like you have a crush on me. I'm old enough to be your grandfather, for heaven's sake. You'd. As she lathered her body,I felt myself becoming aroused, my pussy starting toget warmer, and my nipples starting to tingle. Cheryl finally looked over at me and smiled. I smiledback and began to lather myself also with my bar ofsoap, while not taking my eyes off of Cheryl. After afew minutes, she padded quietly over to me and took mybar of soap. “Would you be upset if I gave you a kiss, Anne?” sheasked. I stood there gaping at her. All sorts of halfremembered dreams started to flood. She made his cock pulsate from all of the pleasure that it was bringing and she made it very wet from the huge loads of thick saliva as it slammed to the back of her throat each time he shoved my wife’s head downward. While she groped, slobbered, and sucked the life from his cock he began untying the robe around my wife’s waist. Finally, I could see my wife’s 36DD breasts fall out between his thighs. His big greedy hands began groping her breasts and ass almost immediately. He started. "Is that why he treats you like a girlfriend, rather than his daughter?" she asked."Yes, but he doesn't cross the line. He just plays to the crowd," I suggested hoping that she would believe me."And you let him french kiss you and massage you?" she asked."Yes, it mean nothing to me and it gives him status. I know it sounds nuts honey, but all that stuff is important in there. Prison has completely different rules from real life." What if he wanted to kiss me like that would you let him?" she.