“Look, I’m really sorry you had to see this, Lindsay. I didn’t know you’d be home, and…”“You don’t und...rstand” she interrupted. “I’m not mad because you fucked my mom. I’m mad because my mom didn’t share!”My jaw dropped. Lindsay was a cute girl a year younger than me who was less endowed than her mother, but made up for it with her legs. They were perfectly proportioned and seemed to go on forever. I could. ”“It’s not wine. It’s port. You’re going to love it. Trust me,” says Reyna enthusiastically. Reyna leans over the corner of the table towards Carl and makes eye contact. A moment passes between them, and I remember June in the bathroom stall. Oh, shit. “Go. Sip. Try.” Carl looks skeptical, but takes a sip. His eyes widen, and he looks at Reyna in surprise. She nods at him, encouraging him to drink more. “See? You should trust me, Carl. I’m always right about these things. About most things. Go.. She knew she would because the way she always dressed. She was wearing a black skirt that stopped at her knees, black blouse with see through sleeves, black pantyhose on her legs, and black high heels on her feet.Mary had to admit that dressing like that did make her feel younger and sexier. She loved teasing the guys but the prison was something else. The guys here were here for rape and murder and other things. She was scared when it came to that.Mary walked into the visiting area. She met. I watched in horror as she folded her thumb and began to push her entire fist into my hole. She wiggled her hand open inside of me and I felt her finger pushing at my cervix. She remarked at how soft and open I was. Then I felt her slip a finger past my cervix and enter my womb. I was on fire with lust. I lost control and I fucked her hand like a mad woman." Did you enjoy her fisting your pussy?" I was so fucking hot and my pussy was itching like crazy that I would have fucked a door knob. Her.