He was kissing my lips by twisting my face and neck and with his other hand, he kneaded my breast like dough at the same time. I was completely his! A...d he was completely mine!In these two months, we never stopped each other from doing anything to each other. (Except for the occasions he wanted to have anal!)I wanted the clock to stop right there, forever. With my brother’s thick dick digging deep inside me, lips and tongue trying to suck every last bit of air out of me and his hands working. “I met Kirsten this morning. She was getting on the elevator at the second floor. She told me there was an exercise room on that floor that I can use as long as I have the apartment key card.”“That’s right. I didn’t think to tell you about that either. It’s great when the weather isn’t,” she smiled.“I haven’t seen it yet, but I’ll scout it out later today. My walk was long enough for one day. I don’t feel like I’ve got all my usual energy back yet.”“I’m not surprised, considering what you went. The first one was getting his sight back. He immediately looked at me as I unlocked the chains and his eyes followed me as I took the trash out from last night’s meal. He also kept looking at Dad holding the shotgun on him.Last night before I zipped up the body bags and threw them in the dumpster, I checked the pockets. The only thing I found was prayer beads which I handed to them with breakfast.The other prisoner was the same way. I chained the doors again and we left. The doc was coming at. My wife and I tried to get out at least once a month, to do dinner and a movie. For the first six months after our son was born, we didn't get out. When we decided to resume our 'date nights', we picked my sister-in-law Stacy to baby-sit little Cletus, even though she wasn't even 13 at the time. We just figured that she was responsible enough, and if my mother-in-law was needed, she was just a couple of blocks away.It became a steady ritual on the third Saturday of every month for Martha and I.