”Touche‘. “I have nothing to prove, either. But don’t let that stop you.”“It won’t.” He took off his running shoes and socks, stripped...off his t-shirt. His shorts followed a moment later. He didn’t flaunt his equipment, but he made no attempt to hide it, either, and a moment later he was in the water.I watched him swim - the strong muscles of his back and shoulders, an occasional glimpse of his ass. He had a deep tan, as if he sunbathed nude on a regular basis. Or maybe it was from a tanning. I shucked out of my prison fatigues and stood naked in the centre of my cell. Short, slim and well proportioned with all of my body hair removed my body did not look especially feminine; but it was more womanly compared to most of the inmates in here who were either bodybuilders or had resigned themselves to lives of flabby inactivity. Maybe I could fatten myself up so that I wouldn't be attractive to men? Then I remembered Charlotte, the chubby whore from last night, being fat had not worked. It was only four fifteen now. Willy doubted that his cock would last him until she got home. He would hold off as long as he could but he suspected that his prick would be shooting two or three times before she came home. Then he would have to give 'Mommy's Boy's' mother a good sperming in her sweet mouth.The front of his white briefs were wet enough that he could make out his cock head through the wet material, almost made transparent by his copious precum.Willy started chasing other links. The reaction she got she didn't expect as she felt him pull down her shorts and spank her ass. She let out a moan and thought shed carry on wiggling her ass at him. She then feels him get up and leave the room and waited for him to return, which he did a few moments later and she heard what sounded like a leather belt. She suddenly felt herself get wet as the first strike of the belt hit her bare ass cheeks. After a few minutes he stopped and admired her ass cheeks. After this she stood up and.