‘Rawlings is bout 6’1 and goes 185 pounds or so.’ Josiah wrote the information down in a small black journal and nodded. ‘Like to say a prayer...for the condemned if I might.’ ‘Y’all go right ahead,’ Smalley said and walked back to his desk. Rawlings was on his back on the cot in the cell when he heard the praying. He raised his head and looked through the bars in the door. When he saw the hangman praying, his eyes opened wide, he swung his feet to the floor and sat up. Before he could say. She and I both moaned as the sucking progressed. C squeezed my shaved balls, then licked and sucked them between slurping and swallowing my cock. I moaned as I buried my tongue in B's hot wet pussy now tonguing her clit as she got close to cumming. I slid my tongue over her hot little tight add making her sigh and spread her legs more as I tongue her entire pussy. C sucked and swallowed my throbbing cock over and over. B came squirting in my mouth, which was a nice surprise. She moaned. A slow, rhythmic battering that was trying to knock her over. All she could do was hold on. He stared down at her, his eyes full of concern but his expression a mask of calm. His large hands gripped her hips and pulled her back as he drove forward over and over again. Something inside her spasmed.“Holy ... fuck,” she muttered, her hands clenching against the wall.“Are you alright?” he asked, pausing his pounding hips. It was obvious something was bothering him but she didn’t care right now. She. And vice versa. SO I took it before I left. I had scoped out a few items that I wanted badly and tried to commit their location to memory. I washed the sundress, panties and socks. I found some old shoes that my sister had. I was prepared. I even had a backup story – my mum was in the car waiting for me with my sleeping sister so I needed some help finding the items I wanted and the correct sizes. I hopped on the bus with a few strange glances by the adults, but I ignored them. I chose to sit.