Telling me how their are different kind of punks in prison, their the manly group, then their the sissy punks!. These kind of homosexual, these openly...dressup as females!, wearing panties,skin tight pants! Which in prison it call" tucking & twiching", acting girly, they also address them in a girl name.Once in prison I was sign to a cell with a black guy, he was a big man tall,strong looking, I could see from the start that he was looking me over, I said," hello I'm your new room mate, my Name. He returned and made a comment about how magnificent her rear was. She couldn’t help but blush. Turning bright red, and his constant teasing had her off balance, and she struck back at his choice of music. He had anticipated that, and allowed her to land her own verbal jabs. That pleased her, restoring a sense of comfort. As they sat there, he laid back, and they both stared straight ahead for a moment, before he took his left hand and traced the fingers on her right hand with it. She looked. “Morning, beautiful,” Clarissa coos as she kisses Jewel’s neck. Jewel giggles and smiles, already feeling the warmth building between her legs. “Priscilla’s coming over later.”“Ooh, that’ll be fun,” the girl squeals. Jewel is getting more aroused, but she finds enough self-restraint to get away from Clarissa before her hands begin to wander.As the time for Priscilla to arrive draw closer, the girls begin to get anxious.“What are we going to do when she gets here?” Jewel asks expectantly.“Well,. 8, fair and handsome with good sense of humor. As mentioned in my earlier story , I had a very good fuck with my maid. After that on mutual comfort level we used to enjoy. One fine day she asked me that she wants to ask me something. I said please go ahead. She said no probably you will get upset. I told her if you feel it, share with me its okay or leave it. She asked looking Point Blank in my eyes would you like to satisfy some other women too.. I was zapped for a second. I said well that.