The house is a disaster. We need to dress and clean up.”Becca groaned at that, but a light swat to her rump got her moving. They gathered what littl... clothing they had and went inside. They showered, separately, and then spent the next hour changing sheets, cleaning up, and eating their first decent meal since the restaurant.“Think we’re in trouble for breaking my grounding?” asked Becca. They had both dressed casually, Becca in a short denim skirt and a tank top, and Jack in shorts and a. And he was very bat, and ask her to help him to get better treatment i the prison, and ask how she cut help him out, he then ask her if she will talk to the superintendent, and try to get hers husband som better conditions.She was in her 45 year and good looking long legs a ferm ass and nice breast whit fast nippels, and a nice smile on her ferm lips she was always whit read lips and polish read nail on her finger and on her tiptoe too.Bat the prison guard she ask to let her husband in peace,. ‘Nothing.’ He said sullenly. She got back on the bus but not before she heard them say to one another, ‘Was that Belle Rousseau?’ ‘On a Greyhound bus? Yeah right. She has millions. What are you smoking?’ Belle settled into sleep trying hard not to get pissed at the old guy looking at her across the way. The bus was half full and finally she had had enough. ‘Take a picture it will last longer.’ She told him before she moved away from him. ******************************* Louisiana was all that. Just a moment before, when I slid my hand over her hip, I did not feel anything under her clothes. I had to know before I could decide just what my next tack should be with Mrs. C.Damn! Bare skin to the waist! Maybe this was going to be easier than I had started to think. I slid my hand back down her thigh all the way to her knee. At this point, I moved my hand to the front of her thigh and made another trip up and down her thigh. I paid attention when I got to her belly, and I felt no pussy.