‘Who is it?’ Claire’s voice continued. ‘The girl on the motorbike yesterday.’ The conversation muffled out as I shut my room’s door. I fel...… weird. Incredibly excited against this little voice in my head that told me to chill and take it easy, just see how things went. And another part of me that was bluntly wondering when I was going to have sex. Like, properly. I didn’t see the thing in the park as proper. Somewhere warm would be nice, for one. I plugged my phone into my laptop to charge, and. "Did you talk to him?" Yah ... he put on a brave front, but I think I got his attention. The trouble is boss, he loses his cool and then he forgets all the messages his brain might send him. We're just going to have to watch him like a hawk and intercept him if he figures out where Zena is. She doesn't have a listed number and she's moved since he was sent up, but just the same, he can find her if he has some contacts. No sense in not being on our toes." OK, Tex. Let's not take anything for. And I couldn't stop looking at her big fucking chest, solid boobs, her solid built body, and her firm legs. What an ass. Bigger than most girls I'd been with, and definitely a few years older.That long blonde/sandy colored hair, and just looking at her wondering what the fuck. It didn't take long for me to get my shirt off, my jeans off (as she helped me), and her clothes off.I stood there staring at her in a bra and panties, and I about fucking came in my boxer shorts. She stood there, walked. Brad’s thoughts were still with the white shorts as Emma blew him a kiss and walked back outside the second barred door. She closed it behind her and stood there for a moment as she worked out how the padlock worked and used it to secure the second door closed. ?You don’t need to bother with that? Brad said dejectedly. ?I’ve no hope in getting out of this cell?.?I know? Emma smiled, ?but I quite like the idea that I’ve got you under lock and key as well?. And she obviously liked it a lot.