I pushed again and the rest went in as she lifted her head and groaned."Now you have it all! Tell me how this feels?" I slid back to the point only th... head was in. I started pulling out and pushing deep. I could feel her cunt wall constrict and expand with each thrust."It feels so fucking good!" She screamed as I pounded her"Time to see if you can ride a real cock!" I said as I pulled outShe fell on her face and groaned. I sat in the couch and she crawled up and position the head of my cock at. I laid there watching her thinking about the events so far today. I reached over and took a sip of my lemonade and realized it also included some alcohol, probably vodka, which surprised me. Mom had an occasional drink, but mostly wine at dinner once or twice a week. Although I was u******e, she would allow me a glass too since I turned 18, plus she knew that I occasionally drank on weekends with friends or at parties. As I thought about that mom decided she'd had enough and started rising from. “Uh, probably not,” I offered softly. “Not up to seeing anyone.”“I understand,” mom said and squeezed my hand. “I’ll get you some napkins and some milk and juice, but please be careful with all that in bed.”“I will...”I polished off my breakfast and brought the dishes out to the kitchen.Mom indeed did make a hotdish for the Rogers family. I could smell it. She had covered it in aluminum foil and marked our name on it in hopes of getting the casserole dish back.She asked me if I wanted to go. The scene in the courtyard continued like the day before, but Corinne didn't have the stamina to watch for more than a moment. She returned to lie back down on her mat.Several days went by and Corinne was resigned that she was probably going to die either of dehydration or starvation. But then, one afternoon, a soldier entered her cell and placed a bowl of rice and a tin cup of water by the door and left. It took all her energy to crawl over to the door to get to it. She had to eat the rice.