Just make sure that when Jack brings you over here, you find time to at least call an old man.”She patted his hand. “I will Bert.”Ann brought ou... food then. It was country cooking and quite good. Dad prayed and then we started eating.After lunch, Bert had his shopping to accomplish and we were ready to head back to the house. Once there, Mom said, “Let’s show off our purchases. Follow me, Andrew.”Sandy took my hand and pulled me into the room. She said, “Strip!” I followed her instruction and. I glanced away from my work area and saw her eyes widen. It suddenly hit me -- she was staring directly at my crotch. I think I turned as red as a beet, but I'm not sure, because she wasn't looking at my face, and I sure as hell wasn't looking at my face either.I froze. My hands stopped moving; my eyes were locked on her face. She froze too, with her mouth slightly open and her eyes like saucers, apparently unable to turn her gaze away from that terribly prominent bulge in my pants. Neither of. The second rule was to eat and drink and stay healthy no matter what was required to achieve that end. All sense of pride and ego and dignity needed to be set aside for another day if one were to survive the environment.The third and final rule was to trust no one no matter how friendly and nice they seemed to be. Part of that rule had to do with strict adherence to never taking a favor from anyone be it another prisoner or a kind guard looking for something she would rather not dispense unless. I have always been hesitant to tell Deanna this, since we have had k**s she had become somewhat prudish, or so I thought. Deanna was definitely not a prude; she had an active sex life before we were married; at least that is what she has always told me. She never gave me details but I know she fucked a few guys before we were married. Plus, she is incredible in bed and that doesn't happen by not fucking. I approached her with my fantasy about a year ago. We had just had an incredible round of.