I was just about to pick up my bags when hecame up to me and said, "I just want to thank you for talking last nightand the run this morning" and then ...e hugged me. I really was taken backby this and I didn't know what to think. I summerized that he must be the"touchy-feely" kind although It felt more than that. I finally mentallydismissed it as innocent and we left.Kevin and I talked a lot but it was nearly a week before we roomedtogether again. We were in New York state and we were. Partially withdrawing, he thrust back in, relishing the tight grip of her anus on his cock. Bent over her back to grasp her swinging breasts, he was just beginning to pump his cock in full strokes when with gasping groans she urged him to stop, telling him it hurt. Unsurprised, if she hadn’t had any anal action in over a year, he withdrew immediately. Still bent over her with his hands on her breasts, he lowered his hips, shuffling closer to her, his cock nosing blindly between her thighs until. I fell asleep totally naked and completely satisfied. Although my mouth and ass were a litle sore and tired from so many cocks using them.When I went to see the judge I just plead guilty, waived a trial, and told the judge that if I was released that I would just go do the same thing again the same day they let me out. The judge threw up his hands and sentenced me to a five year jail term.When I arrived at the prison where I would spend the next five years I didn't think of it as a punishment. “Do you wish to take your pleasure, husband?” she whispered. Oh shit! Over the months, we’d often hugged each other, given little kisses, and slept cuddled together on the hard ground. This wasn’t the first time I’d caressed her breasts and I’d woken up in the night on more than one occasion to find her hand on mine. But that was just the companionship of the road. Wasn’t it?“Katie, sweetheart, as you can well feel, I am not really a man. I cannot give you that kind of pleasure. And I am not.