They check again and Alex sinks and two pointer. Mrs. Pearson is wearing a sporty outfit with a sport bra under her sporty T. She takes off one sock. ...hey check again and Mrs. Pearson stands back and sinks another three. Alex takes off the other sock and his shirt. "Feeling cold?" asked Mrs. Pearson. "Just getting started," replied Alex. They check again and he jumps for a three, but it is blocked and Mrs. Pearson makes it in for another two. The only articles of clothing on that Alex has are. How old are you?"I told her. "How long were you married?" Nearly three years." She buried her fingers in my groin, grasped the base of my slack rod and then poked at my aching stones. "Are you wed?"I shook my head and smiled at her, my fingers exploring deep in her mound. "So you were sixteen and he was, what, seventy-something?" Seventy-five I think." She grabbed my head and pulled my mouth to hers."Why?" I asked when I could speak."Didn't have a choice," she said, finding my turgid root again. I wanted more. We talked very little about our private lives. I knew you had a son and a younger daughter who stayed with you half the time, following your divorce. I tried everything I could to just be upfront with you, and yet, you wouldn’t take the bait. The more you resisted, the more I wanted you. I wanted you so bad, I would play with my pussy and think about you. I would wear certain things, posting a picture, just to get your attention. You would comment, but you never took the bait.. To make sure I said out loud for all the guys to hear me clearly, " Hey guys, look at me! I'm spreading my ass open for anybody to get a good look at my asshole, I want u guy to known and to everyone that I'm a punk, yes, I am openly,willing and wanting to be a Prison Punk, please tell very body"One black guy say, " Damn white boy u just got in prison, and u already want this big black dick up ur white ass ?Still holding my ass open, I said" Yes, this is my second day or my first full day, and.