I told them that it wasn’t a crime in my book and that I regarded the system as ‘unjust’. That sealed my fate in their eyes: I would never leave...prison alive. 19 August, 2010, U.S. Penitentiary, South Charleston, WV: ‘Ralph Henry Walker, wake up!’ the guard shouted. I got, startled at the sound of a ‘screw’ interrupting my Sunday morning sleep. Why the hell were they bugging me? I had behave myself lately, hadn’t I? ‘Yes, that’s me and I’m up! There’s no need to sound like my mom,’ I retorted.. And when they tell Jim.”“OK. OK. Quit busting my balls. I got it!”“Was she good?” Elyse smirked.“Which one?” I said with a grin.“Any of them. All of them.”“That’s hardly an appropriate question.”“Oh stop. Just answer my question.”“Come on, Elyse. I gave up talking about that stuff years ago. Why are you asking?”“Because I want to know if you can actually keep your promise. I know you. Tight, young pussy calls to you like the sirens called to Odysseus.”I chuckled, “Guilty as charged. But I. They got to the showers and slowly shed their clothing. Mike’s cock couldn’t help, but grow as he saw his father’s skin come into view. He stared at the sweat-covered six-pack completely bare of hair. Mike and his stepdad were down to their boxers and soon they were peeled off. Mike’s fully erect cock came into view as he saw his dad’s large, soft dick pop out. This was the first clean-shaven cock Mike had seen in real life. He followed his father into the large gym shower, noting the smooth. "What!" I said "You want to fuck me?"He was stroking my prostate now and I found myself almost begging for him to put his cock in me.June told me to hold still for a moment. it was apparent that his wife knew of Ricky's intentions all along in fact she pulled my arse cheeks wide so that her husband could get at my arsehole.I held still, my prick throbbing deep in June's hot twat, my hole twitching in anticipation. I was awaiting the pain of Ricky's cock but got his tongue instead.I just could.