Some think we all write poetry while others think I must have had a tattoo by now.People might think they know lesbians but they don't know a damn thi...g about me. I am a woman that likes other women. I listen to country music and I thought "Ellen' sucked. I am a lesbian but I am also a person with strengths and weaknesses.For example, take Geena. Geena works in my department and her blonde hair burns an ache in my heart that spreads to my belly and into my thighs. Geena and I make jokes about. The light was on, but both her cellmates remained asleep. She slipped out of her jumpsuit and relieved herself the corner. The urine, puddled around her feet, almost went unnoticed. She hadn’t moved her bowels since she arrived. She felt bloated, but couldn’t bear to take a shit on the cell floor. She prayed that she wold be released before the inevitable.Amy pulled on her jumpsuit after studying her prisoner number. She lay back on her bunk repeating it over and over. She marveled at how. 'I haven't seen Miss Claire since breakfast, Miss Lucy. Last she said she was going to take a stroll around the grounds?' Lucy gave her a polite nod and walked out onto the wooden porch, the heat of the day washing over her as she stepped into the daylight. She brushed her hair behind her ears and used her right hand to shield her eyes as she scanned the surrounding land for any sign of her wayward sibling. She was loathe to step out into the heat of the midday sun once again and she sighed as. By pulling on her heels it lifted her chest off the table and raised her shoulders and head to a perfect height for me to slip my cock straight back into her mouth and this time her throat was nicely open for my cock to slip in balls deep. I began to fuck her throat for all I was worth, pulling out every few strokes to allow her to catch her breath before ploughing it back in until my balls hit her chin. I continued to fuck her throat until I felt a slight tightening in my balls and then.