Then she stirred in the spices: clove, nutmeg, and cinnamon. She waitedfor the contents of the pot to boil and turned down the flame. Addedsome water....In a matter of minutes, the little kitchen was filled withan aroma almost as delicious and satisfying as a wedge of the finishedpie itself.While she waited for the compote to simmer down, she went to the fridgeand removed the ball of cling-wrapped dough she'd prepared a half-hourearlier. She'd already taped the wax paper to the wooden table-top.. I tried to ease her back onto the bunk, my hand pressed to her chest and feeling her heart beating a frantic rhythm. It took some time to calm her down but she at last settled down and her eyes became heavy. Once she was asleep I sat on the edge of my own bunk and looked at her. I would endure a session just to know the sensation of a woman's body pressed aainst mine. I surled myself up on my bunk, slipped my hand inside the rough prison issue underpants and found my neglected cunt, rubbing. I wasn’t able to at first.“Jason, you have been feeding me all of those curses, just for this. Haven’t you?”“I may have,” I tried to plead innocence.“You are beautiful, for a skinny white boy.” Glancing lovingly at her boyfriend, “He is almost as good of a person as you are.”“Jason Blakely. Hero. We accept a place at your side. Thank you for saving me. Thank you for healing my scar. Thank you for giving me a job. Thank you for giving me hope.” She began crying, but kept speaking, “Thank you for. I held my embedded member as far as I could in her ass, and started 'flexing' my prostate muscles , which in turn made my rectum contract.... Over and over I flexed till another huge climax erupted from me, shooting far into the recesses of the “forbidden fruit “ I had invaded. Without taking a single stroke , I let my spasming cock jerk and lift inside her young ass , my moans coming from deep within.. I leaned forward to rest my head between her shoulder blades as my cock throbbed out a.