It is funny that I have gotten letters from strange women whom I don’t even know. I became pen pals with a number of them. It’s hard to believe th...t women would be so desperate that they would write a convict whom they’ve never met, especially one that was convicted of murder. I figured it was a safety net for most of them. They could write and talk dirty knowing they would never meet me. The few that have asked about visiting me I said no to. I didn’t want to see good looking women while I was. I purchase the books for her and then walk out the store by her side."So where is your wife?" "She is across the mall in that shoe store. She is the tall latin blond." She's cute. She should be fucking a real man, not a sissy faggot like yourself."I put my head down in shame."Get on you're knees... Now!"I really want to leave right about now. I can not be humiliated like this. There are people walking by. But then She won't like me. I don't even know her name, and yet, I want to please her. I. The scene unfolding was making me very hard, as it was the guys taking part. Each of the guys had a turn fingering her married pussy as I, her husband, looked on. The guys were into this now, as was Jaq. I could hear the dirty wet sounds coming from her pussy as the guys took turns to finger her. As Jaq became more vocal, she demanded more fingers, eventually taking four fingers into her gaping pussy.Next on the list of Jaq's instructions, all of us were to stroke our own cocks while Jaq was. They now were guessing that Rachel was in for alot of questioning tomorrow at school."But enough of that," said Anne. "Now, we need to sort out the dresses thatyou lot will be wearing at the wedding." Will they be like princess dresses?" asked Jessica."Very similar. Now, we have chosen white as the colour, but there areseveral white dresses to choose from," said Anne.Once they had finished breakfast, Anne got the girls gathered round thekitchen table so that she could show them the pictures in.