The contents of the cell were a bit different:Bunk beds sat bolted against the right hand wall - mine was the bottombunk. Contrary to popular belief, ...he bottom bunk was actually the morepopular one in prison - you didn't have to climb up and down all thetime, it was more private, and you were further away from the harshstriplights on the ceiling that rarely, if ever, fully dimmed - meaningyour sleep was often better. Plus you had space under the bed to stashwhatever stuff you were legally. Then out of the blue our conversation died, we looked each other in the eyes and just kissed. I felt so naughty but it seemed right at the time.Paul was such a great kisser and he started undoing my bikini bra, which fell of easily, he grabbed hold of my tits and started playing with my nipples and started sucking on them. I slid my hand under his shorts and started stroking his hard cock. It felt big. Enough of the kissing I thought, I was horny as fuck, so I pulled down Paul’s shorts and got. He took a long dip and bath while sitting in the bubble bath Jacuzzi and now it was close to 9:30 AM and maybe he had a good snooze during the flight, he was not feeling sleepy at all. In a very suggestive, gay faggot underwear, he sat in the kitchen sipping his coffee after the breakfast, when he heard the doorbell ring. He thought, it must be the mailman, Martin, his confidant. It was a work day and especially the time for the rounds and Martin would not like to come in or stay to fuck Russ. I know an art of fingering which no one will ever know. I did that to her! “The Earth Quaking Tornado”She uttered those words which I was waiting for “Rahul, I am yours tonight, fuck me !! Fuck me right now…. I beg you!!! Please I cant wait anymore. MY Pussy is calling you inside!”I kept fingering her until she was completely aroused.(& leaking a lot of love juices) I removed my trousers and showed her my tool over my undies. She came on the ground near my cock and was about to tear my undies.