“I don’t know about that. It was a long time and three k**s ago, but thank you.”I rolled off the bed and quickly discarded my clothes. I stood ...here fully erect.Jean pulled back the covers, climbed into bed and slid over to my side the bed where I still stood. Reaching up, she softly touched my ramrod straight penis and looking up at me with those beautiful brown eyes said, “Come to bed, my love.”I joined her. We became one, our arms and legs intertwined. We faced each other. I could smell her. Yard work. Better than knitting? Probably. Less dangerous? No. Turns out that a bathroom break for their jailer is enough. Gunger, the local nazi gang leader full of face tattoos takes it as his chance. He has Agnes’ working jumper ripped right down the middle and her face-down on the dirt in one minute. He rips her panties apart and fists her hair.“Hey girly, what do you think a shovel shaft will feel like when it’s poking your stomach, uh?” He presses the tip against her ass threateningly,. I ran my hand under Kims skirt to her hairy pussy. I found out that she was just as wet as I was. Kim told me take my jeans off. When I had them off Kim had me lie back down away from her. Lets rub our pussies together like we used to when we were younger, Kim said. MMmmmm that sounds like fun, I cooed back at her. We both opened our legs like a pair of scissors. Kims legs upward and mine out side way. Kim moved toward me on the sofa as I did the same until her hairy pussy was against my. And if anyone should be getting or giving special treatment, it should be Zoot herself. Not those who just happened to be closest to her.She ran her fingers over Lamentha's vagina, which still felt warm and liquid. There was a clear, oozing juice smeared over her lips, which was just too viscous to be sweat. "Lamentha. It's my coming of age. And I can choose whoever I like to break me in." I remember my coming of age. I chose my best friend, Agnatha, but she wasn't really the best. I didn't.