“No, I don’t see it! What about the remote? I can’t even figure out how it works because there’s nothing inside it!”“That’s right, Bobby... the remote is just a shell. It doesn’t do anything at all.”“WHAT! But the text it put up on the TV screen! All those instructions! How else could I have made those commands or suggestions or whatever the hell they were? Why did they work?”“It wasn’t the remote, Bobby, it was all in your own mind. I may have planted a few hints there, but it was essentially. Woh baithi use apne panti mein kuch gila sa mehsus hua.Woh towel lekar bath room gayi nahane ke liye aur jab usne panty mein hath lagaya toh dekha ki woh gili ho chuki hai use ssamajh mein kuch nahi aa raha tha ki apne sasur ke saath baat karne mein itni gili kaise ho sakti hai apne hath ko chut mein rakh kar rub karne lagi lisse pehle woh college ke dino mein kafi fingering kar chuki thi toh usne shower ke niche ek hath se apne chut ko aur ek hath se apne chuchi ko masal rahai thi masal te 2. I would do easy time with white-collar crims. Colour TV, gymnasium, single cell, conjugal visits; it would be a walk in park. It all went to shit when they found out about my previous conviction; "sorry Mike but the deal's off; the best we can do is two years hard time," they said. I took it. Then I found out that my hard time would be done in Chelmsford and the nightmares returned.When I was driven into Chelmsford Prison eight months ago I was fifteen kilos overweight with a scruffy grey. I watched as she gave herself to Samantha. I reached for the blue panties. It had been years since I have had Samantha's panties in hand. And now I was about to get my first sniff of her womanhood. I opened the panties and peered into the gusset. There was a slight stain where her pussy usually lies in hiding. I raised the gusset to my nose and inhaled deeply. The scent of this luscious little lass filled my nostrils. My head spun as her aroma filled every sense of my being. My cock stood rigid.