She loved to ?mind fuck? them tillthey were nothing. Well, I thought, this ain?t goingto take you long with me. She began to push and stretch my pussy...painfully,until I could take her whole hand, I had no idea why she was doing it, I just could not wait for her to stop. It was then as shepulled out her mobile she explained it to me fully. Prisoners can?t carryphones or money, so they have little bitch handbags, who carry round theirstuff for them. That is why she needed to stretch my pussy.. The fucker even cried.So, a marriage counselor later, I tell my husband what I have wanted this whole time. No more cock, especially his, and that I am going to date women from here on out. I did mention that the counselor was hot, cause she was. That was my extra little fuck you.So, between then and our next counselor (yes, because of that comment) I started being way less of a total bitch. He had told all of our friends about what happened. Let's face it, his friends. So, by the time I cooled. I got up, slipped on a nighty and went down the hall to look in on my children who were both fast asleep. I knew, of course, what I'd decided.Softly rapping on his door, I eased it open and there he was, just like earlier, naked, stretched out, his cock high over him with his hand moving slowly over it. I slipped inside, laughing as I closed the door, sealing our future as lovers."I was so hoping you'd come to my room, it's what I've wanted for so long, Aunt Connie." Is this what you've. After approximatly 5 minutes of kissing Jasmine found herself reaching for the drivers trousers, she could feel his cock with her hand, it was rock hard and bigger than Jasmines.The driver pulled his lips away from Jasmine's, he looked down at Jasmine's hand caressing his cock through his jeans then he looked back at Jasmine and said "why dont we have a drink and get a little bit more comfortable", Jasmine nodded her head and followed the driver into the room, she sat on the sofa while the.