"The govenor said to me, "Im aware the prisoner asked for you to oversee his funeral arrangements - so take the hearse and get that corpse out of here... I don't want dead prisoners stinking up the place."It was like a little miracle. Talk about timing! In fifteen minutes I was driving that hearse out of the gates with Luke in the back in a cheap coffin. I'd already pulled some stuff out of my car, including a bag which I'd hidden medical supplies in. Three miles up the road I turned off into a. She arched one delicate eyebrow, eyes sparkling with amusement, rising to the challenge with aplomb. "You kiss your mother with that mouth?" she asked lightly."Oh, you know it," I replied, my mouth engulfing hers. We maintained the kiss whilst I slid one hand back to her opening, dripping wet with a mixture of our juices. This time, I merely rubbed at her gently, eliciting an appreciative moan before returning my attention to her breasts. At long last, sated, we broke apart, my hands tweaking. I opened all the windows, and the cool breeze of the evening felt good. I closed the place up, and was in bed by ten, without seeing Adam.The next morning, I walked over to the pool, and met with Bob, Tiffany, Kimberly, and Miss Wilson. Rhonda was just a swimmer in the morning, and not the coach. So she couldn't tell us what to do, but if we asked, she'd give us some ideas of what to work on. She had me doing sprints this morning, consisting of swimming fifty meters as fast as I could, and then. "NO! NO! STOP, YOU CA-" The old man pushed his cockhead deep into the husband's pussy and rammed down hard. The husband's eyes rolled back in his head and his cock throbbed hard before spurting a tiny load cum to his panties.The old man spanks his arse as he sinks his mammoth cock deep into his chute. "Dirty little bitch wet his panties with his clitty's spunk! Bad sissy!" before slapping another hand down hard on his cheeks. The husband doesn't care, the old man's cock sank straight into his.