"Hello," greeted the woman. "My name is Becky Scott, I'm the manager of this building. I just want to welcome you and to make sure that everything is ...ll right with the apartment. I see you've moved everything in already." Yes, I've just finished bringing in the furniture. Everything seems in order except for the garbage disposal. I'd appreciate it if you could send someone up to fix it." I'll be glad to," Becky replied. "If you ever need anything or if you ever have any questions just let me. It was hard time and not any type of resort prison that people with money could apply to. She stood there in complete shock. She would have to serve twenty-one years before being eligible for a parole hearing. Being in her early fifties, this was tantamount to a life sentence. For the first time, she realized that she might die in prison. Being a felon, what she owned was forfeited to her family which the chief beneficiary being Victoria. She fought trying to keep from being handcuffed as she. I was sitting on the stairs of my apartment. My neighbor Mr. Ramanujam was fixing the water pipeline to his house. Mom was standing near me, and talking to the watchman of our apartments. Everything seemed normal. It was 2 pm, and dad went into bedroom to sleep. Mom was still outside talking to the watchman. I came in to watch TV. I suddenly felt there was some activity going on near my main door. I moved into my balcony to see what was happening. My balcony was such, that we can see our main. Stacy slowly snakes her tongue down Jenny's neck, teasing her in a way that makes her squirm and moan with pleasure. By the time Stacy finally reaches her nipples Jenny is beginning to breath heavy as she feels an orgasm already begin to well up inside of her.All of a sudden Jenny pushes Stacy away causing her to land on her back on the bed. " Now it's your turn!" She explains as she hooks her finger in the waist band of Stacy's underwear. Without hesitation Stacy lifts her butt off the bed.