" Why aye bonnie lass; we all do here. It's what you call an open prison. Now, I know you're not here to see me, more's the pity. Who are you looking ...or?" I'm looking for a man called Paul Robertson; he is a prisoner here." Paul Robertson? That's not a name I recognise like, but I can ask for you. Why don't you come into the day room? We can have a cup of coffee and I'll try to find your man."Maria smiled as he walked ahead of her. How could this giant of a man be so gentle and helpful? She. What a surprise..Shes single and lives down the next road to what i live and work in Accounting in the same building. And she keeps on looking at me and its making both of us smile where im feeling over the moon right now.So we kept on chatting and got into a bus and finally got to the road i live, its still pouring so hard and now either i leave probably running to my flat or she drops me off at my doorstep and then making her own way. Before even thinking she suggested that she will drop me. I admit that. I didn’t mean to insult her, though.”“I’m sorry, Marja. I’m afraid I made it even worse. I was looking at her when I came. She saw the expression on my face. I was taunting her, too. I’m sorry if I caused more trouble for you.”“It’s not your fault. It was my decision. Juliette will come back tonight, I think.”Marja touched my hand. “And if she doesn’t, I won’t be alone. I have no trouble attracting new friends. You may have noticed.” She laughed. “I find my appearance to be an. You’re Papi to him as well, even if he doesn’t call you that. You’re so fucking ... thick up here!” Monica groaned while Chelsea finished up inside Nicky and they both joined us in bed.“Well, Monica, you’re not so bad yourself, you know. Oh, God!” I shuddered as she continued riding me, her warm, wet pussy surrounding my cock for some truly incredible sex, even for me.“Fill me ... shoot it in me!” Monica begged me, her whole body quivering as she rode my dick for good measure.I wasn’t about to.