“Maybe those micro boxers will work. Seven is pretty close to eight.”“Uh, Mom.” Daniel tried not to stammer. “We should ... see how long it ...s hard.” Danny looked at Eloise as she vigorously nodded and then his gaze fell to his mom’s pretty eyes. Three was a nervous tension in those eyes.“I don’t think so, Danny.” The color drained from Julie’s face. She bit her bottom lip. “Unless ... unless ... you think it’s really important for your comfort.”“I need your help, Mom.”“Okay, okay, okay.” Julie. Three days later, an official letter from the Department of Corrections arrived in the mail stating that my request for a conjugal visit had been approved.Friday morning my husband flew out of town and he left me home alone; I walked around the house during the rest of the day, thinking about the risk of visiting Big Joe at prison.But then on Saturday morning, I found myself driving my car to that strange place; as I felt a particular excitement; thinking about how Big Joe looked and how. I led him to an old road that leads up to a lookout. Nobody ever goes up there anymore. I looked down at his crotch and his cock outline was so big. After 15 minutes of walking we found a nice spot to sit down. There was an old tree that had fallen and we laid up against it. I got up in front of him and asked if i could see my gift. He was so red but said yes. I undid his belt buckle and undid his pants. I then pulled down his zipper. I could see that he did wear them and his cock was so hard. “Yes.there is. Your kidnapping, which I am beginning to believe was faked and Red helped you,” Joe stated. "For twenty-five dollars and a fuck."Joe could feel the change in her body stance and the way it slightly trembled.“I have no clue what you are talking about,” she said innocently“Miss Tiffany, you have one chance to confess or suffer the consequences.”When she just stared at him innocently, Joe continued to hold her hands in one of his as he led her toward the kitchen. Pulling out a.