She moaned again but louder this time. She knew she had to keep quiet or people would hear her but she was beyond caring. She needed release and she w...uld scream the house down if she had to, to get it. She could feel the orgasm building and could feel her juices running down between her ass. Needing to feel something fill her to push her over the edge she stopped playing with her tits and licked the fingers of her left hand. She probably needed no more lubrication but still, it was hot. She. ‘Good night Chuck. Think about how we can be your friends and roommates.’ This made Michelle beam as we went to her room. We went into the bedroom and both stripped to have a quick shower. Michelle adjusted the water heads so her hair didn’t get wet. I had never seen a shower with six shower heads. The way they were arranged were two pointing down from the ceiling, two at about normal height, and two that hit about waist to chest high. Only the lower two shower heads were turned on so our hair. When I opened the door there was Monica sitting on the edge of the bed facing away from the door, she was waiting for me, I opened the door and dad seeing me nude, looks and then I guess a light went off and he says ok, that’s fine by me, let’s do this and he gets up walking to a chair in their room and sitting down he opens his legs and starts slowly stroking his cock and then what he does next is mind boggling, he takes his finger and slide it into his asshole and is fingering it like he’s. It was the first time her fellow prisoner had slept since she’d joined him in there. When her eyes slowly widened, he knew that her brain had kicked into gear and she realised what he had in mind. She was smart, this one. He’d seen plenty of other women prisoners whose weren’t anywhere near as alert. But she’d have one thing in common with them. Part of her would be horrified and disgusted while the other, stronger, part would be extremely aroused by his sudden appearance. The needs of their.