He tucked the spaceblanket around her more securely. Then he pulled his side over his arm."Not really." Really, it was the touch of his lips which mad... her shiver. He stroked her side. Then he held her butt through the jeans. The kiss went on and on, and she got hotter and hotter.When he broke the kiss, she rolled over onto her back. This time, when he held her breast his hand was nice and warm. The feeling was so exciting otherwise, that she wouldn't have complained even if it had chilled. Lie down on the bed." He weakly pulled himself onto the bed, his head resting on a pillow. " Now we are both ready for the main course." His spent cock flopped against his thigh. It was still quite fat, and ugly in the most attractive way. Still coated with a wet white cream...like a glazed chocolate e'clair. I straddled him again, this time facing his meat, and bent down. My ass raised up, and for the first time he saw a woman's pussy...a white woman's pussy, open and swollen, with cunt. .. life.Because I didn't try to convince people of the true reality of thesituation. Still, I understand what drove those select inmates to convince others.The story wants telling. But I can do that. I can do that anonymously,thanks to the glories of the Web. And anyone who runs across it willsimply think it inventive fiction. One day, I was typing away at a keyboard at work, when I noticed that myfingers began to feel weird and began to fumble. I simply shook them,assuming the problem was. "Why not?" he said. "The bastard deserves it." "He can't hurt me now, Paul," Sharon said quietly. "Go call the police. We'll let them handle it from here."A Mother's Joy The police had questioned them separately. Paul had told them of how he had come back home when he realized that he couldn't face his classmates yet. How he had heard noises from the livingroom and had seen his mother struggling with Tom Miller. He told them that he had grabbed a bat and rushed to her aid. Since.