Apparently it would cause her to ‘relapse’. What did it matter to them if she found herself sexy? She put on her denim shirt and old jeans, as wel... as some ripped up sneakers, before exiting her cell and going into the hall. She looked around; looking at all of the faces she had come to know. Harris, the old man who shot his wife and kids seventeen years ago, scuttled through the halls in his robe and slippers. They allowed him to stay in them since they figured he would die soon anyway.. ’ Chrissie held out the glass statue and I instinctively took the other side without thinking. A current of heat flowed through my hand, down my arm, through my belly and straight to my pussy. I gasped at the unexpected sensation. Judging from the way Chrissie snatched the end of the glass rod out of my hand, I had a feeling she had experienced the same thing. Chrissie stuffed the souvenir into her leather bag. Then she gave me a sullen look. ‘Alright, give me the journal so we can get out of. He smiled at me and gestured with his hand for me to come over and join him at his table. I saw no reason why I shouldnt and thought it would be rude not to, so I stood up, plucked my cup of tea from the table and walked over to where he was sat, still subtly smiling. I took the seat opposite him and placed my tea cup on the small glass table. It made a clink sound as it hit the hard glass surface. Hello he said, Im Gabriel, as he offered me his hand as a greeting. I shook his hand in. "Where do you want it Grandma? Where do you want my cum?" I then asked"In my mouth!" I heard her say, which really came as a surprise to me "Cum in my mouth, I want to taste it!"Now with those words rattling around in my head, which as I said, I really didn't expect to hear, I felt my excitement build quicker, and with my hard cock still shuttling back and forth in my Grandmothers wet hole, and now knowing she actually wanted to taste my cum on camera, I finally felt my excitement reach it's.