30 baje chala gaya. Meri raat me undearwear or brief me sone ki aadat hai. Or me uske ghar par t-shirt or barmuda pahan kar gaya tha or kuch hi din pa...ale ki baat hai to sardi bhi padne lagi hai. Waha jane par usne mujhe jis kamre me sona tha wo dikha diya me usme late gaya or wo dusare kamre me chali gaee thodi baate bhi hue. Uske ghar par cable connection nahi tha jiski wajah se mujhe boring mahsus hua to me thodi der latne ke baad uthkar ghumne lag gaya ghar me hi. To seema dusare kamre me. "No, but you're a dead duck," I said snapping her neck and tossing her to the back of the cell.I watched her body cavort around for a bit not knowing it was already dead. I looked down at my hands. All that and I hadn't chipped a nail.I turned and left the slowly settling chicken, unlocking the door to cross to the other cell. I had been tired of hearing her screech and scream all night and the last thing I wanted to hear while I was with the body of her husband was her caterwauling.I looked in. She laughed at Erin’s jokes and made it a point to make sure that Erin was amused as well by telling these cute little knock-knock jokes that she read from her little sisters book. ‘Royalty’ was just the type of female that Erin had been hoping to meet while in Philly. ‘Royalty’ was a citified fast talker. She could have probably gotten anything she wanted out of any lesbian with her honey coated voice and appealing conversation. By the time the sun came up ‘Royalty’ persuaded Erin to have. I moan and pull her ass two me, nestling my nose in the fabric covering her anus. I push my nose hard against the fabric and lap at her pussy area enjoying the moistness. She adjusts her legs again and we are now in the 69 position, one of my favorite.“I need to get my panties off,” she sighs.“No, please leave them. They turn me on.” I say as I slide the panties aside having licked them tell the wetness was from the front of her pussy to the top of her anus. She moans as I continue tasting her.