Two, it was a matter of pride, prestige, status believe it or not. There was a deal of envy of inmates that had love letters from their women, kids, f...milies. Long termers, like me, often got letters early on, as I discovered. But after a while the letters became fewer and fewer as the people in their previous lives moved on. I was sure that I would at least not be suffering that particular fate; I’d be proof against that. My situation was for sure unique, that by any standard. I actually felt. At night 12 pm we as usual we sleep on balcony .I take the phone and gone to the toilet and I forget to close the door. She followed me I don’t noticed, she slowly heard the nice of fucking videos in the toilet she pushed the door.Oh man ,at the time I place the phone on bucket and doing hand job . At time she enter and at time the liquid come out from my thing is same .My cum all at spread on her thigh as I done in standing. She didn’t expect the surprise she looked at me and I am nude as it. "You look damn fucking hot!"She had smiled at the hot part, which is probably where I should have left it. But she quickly tossed me a disapproving look at hearing the "F" word as she called it, and immediately disappeared back inside the dressing room, which is actually what I needed and wanted her to do as I quickly put my prick back inside my jeans zipping up, then casually repositioned the now very soiled, very sticky garment I'd been fondling back in amongst the others, and soon after as. I was feeling jealous but at the same time I was excited to imagine her and me in that situation how amazing it would have been. Anyways I got all the arrangements done and called her up to come to the place to see the arrangement I reminded her to bring the camera along with her so that I can suggest her where to place the camera.She said ok on the phone but she wasn’t sounded as excited as she was. She came to the place I welcomed her by hugging her and she was more welcoming than before, I.