He opted to skip gym for his second period and sit on the bleachers, the coach didn’t buy the shoulder dislocation till he felt for himself. Nothing...convinces a coach then the sound of a teenager yelling in pain from a dislocation and then a reset of bones which still seemed to be noticeable and hurt like hell, the bruise lining his shoulder also helped. He spent half the period rubbing his shoulder with people whispering about how he dislocated his it, most the time guessing how it go. It was mad, this was just a prison with more doctors and psychiatrists. His mouth was fixed intently, tongue occasionally licking his lips as I rubbed my bare foot over his swollen length through his trousers and as he enjoyed my wet, fully shaven cunt in his hand. He thrust his finger into me harder, looking under the table at how wet Id become. I then realised, looking over through a window in the door, that the guard was watching and wed both stopped the conversation. He could clearly see. Celeste had short blonde frizzy hair, a smile that dazzled everyone she beamed at, great comfort with young children, and a natural friendliness with all adults. Dave thought of her as somewhat sheltered, although he couldn’t quite put his finger on why.Dave asked, “Where did you grow up?”Celeste beamed, “In Morgan, Iowa. It’s a very small town just over the border from Minnesota and about two-hundred miles from Minneapolis. Life was pretty simple there, and, to my way of thinking, boring. I. I bit one of her lips softly and pulled slightly. That elicited a pleasurable response from her. All the time, I was rubbing her ass with my hands. She was grinding her hips slightly to meet with my tongue entering into her. I took my right hand off of her ass and pushed a finger slowly into her. She was really hot and wet, so my finger slid in easily. She was moaning audibly now bucking her hips a little more. I pushed the finger in and out of her, slightly twisting it each time to touch all.