Get ten coffee, then you don’t have enough hot cocoa to make it decent. You can barter for more than coffee. Portraits of loved ones, drawn with st...bby pencils, eight-by-ten, and from snapshots sent in letters, can be had for a couple of candy bars. Snickers are popular. There are some amazing artists in prison. I’ve seen a rose made out of toilet paper. It was incredible. Beautiful. Who woulda thunk it? I hate that I have to visit him through a glass wall. He’s lost weight, and he’s lost one. Soon Trish's hand was inside, lowering down as she felt the soft strip of fuzz of Lacey's pussy. Beneath that, the sweet pussy lips and opening of Lacey's body. Trish's fingers draped over them and back, caressing it softly.Lacey moaned her hot breath at this gentle touch. Her stomach was tying knots inside and her skin quivered from what was happening to her.Trish's fingers continued to ease over Lacey's pussy, feeling the wetness of her new friend. Then, she gently eased one finger between. She then slipped down onto the table and spread her legs revealing her white pantied crotch. She looked like a cute slut, her legs spread wide and her cleavage spilling out of her bra. The lads clambered for the cue and eventually one of them set up the ball and aimed at the back cushion. The ball ricochet around the table and missed. A couple more lads then tried and failed but the next one got the ball to trickle into her crotch and the ball stopped nestled between her legs. He cheered “OK so. The father of her baby was the wetback Mexican still on top of her continuing to pump more of his seed into her. For the next hour the funny feeling in her tummy made her completely submissive to their wishes as she lay there on her back, mouth open, eyes closed, as one by one they each took their turn in her. Somehow her natural motherly instinct had taken over and told her to protect the unborn baby that had just been pumped into her whom. They released her arms and legs and she allowed.