I guessed her to be in her early to mid sixties, I found out later that I was wrong by almost ten years, she was actually in her early seventies. Mrs....Evans, Hazel, is an attractive lady with short, blonde hair. The few times I've seen her is when we've passed on the corridor or in the street. Last week I was walking past her flat, heading for the supermarket when she came out and asked me if I was going to the shops. When I said I was she asked if I'd mind getting her some milk. I said. My Raju. Wriggle your tongue inside darling till I cum. Do you like me to cum in your mouth sweetheart? It is sheer bliss. I love you! I love you!” she was saying, and she entwined her two thighs around my head and pressed my face further into her. I was slurping away her dripping flow, and was licking it away. How delicious it was. And placing my hands underneath hr I lifted her gently to give me more access into her. “Don’t stop lover. Fuck me with your tongue and deeper. Sweetheart. I feel. A small gasp from my cell mate snaps me out of the semi trance, My eyes drift to the huddled figure on the floor.. in the dull light I can just make out a small movement under the blanket that was barely covering the slender woman, another small gasp and a sudden movement brings a smile to my face.Watching closely I make out the shudder as she slowly stretched out her legs, another small gasp and shudder her legs open her knees draw upwards , the blanket falling to the side revealing a hand. ‘They are a national monument. That would be like cutting a bit of Winston Churchill’s statue or removing the tips off Tower Bridge.’ I put an arm around Nellie and hugged her. She sobbed. ‘I hate them. It’s as if they are all I am!’ More sobbing. ‘I’m just a pair of boobs with a smile above them if anyone ever bothers to look that high.’ ‘Well,’ said Donna, ‘They do have a certain arresting quality.’ I glared at her. ‘It’s a big decision, Nellie. Why not give it a bit of time. Think about it.’.