I thought to myself that they were every 9th grade boys dream, big and cuddly. Unfortunately, with the exception of Rich, most college and post colleg... guys I dated had the mentality of a 9th grade boy! Fortunately for me, my tits had a direct telephone line to my pussy and through the years I've been lucky enough to cum just from a guy sucking them! Thankfully, I met a nice, caring and understanding guy like Rich who loves to suck tit!My hands flowed down from my breasts and across my stomach. 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 1800 to do the interrogations with me.When I got home, the girls and I went to the office. I had a firm limit of one hour desk work then I was going to spend the rest of the day in the gym. I was feeling sluggish and down. The night my dad got home, when I went to bed, I couldn’t sleep a wink, thinking over the whole incredible series of events, reliving every single minute of it, over and over in my head. I did however have one big concern. I wondered that with my dad finally home and sleeping with him, if my mother would feel guilty about what had occurred, and wouldn’t want to fuck anymore.Morning finally arrived and I heard my father getting ready for work. It takes him basically about forty-five minutes to. I feel the juice drip down my leg, both of us shaking from the quick fuck. We compose ourselves, and to our chagrin, see an older man sitting on a porch only a few homes away. He was well within seeing distance, and judging from the grin on his face, he saw every last thing.A few days later, Xavier and his brother have moved in. They still have no furniture, just air mattresses to sleep on. While his brother's out running errands, like buying the furniture, I take a ride to the apartment,.