She was a free woman. He was a criminal. All the freedom he'dhad was gone.He hated being locked up. He hated it.But what could he expect now? No bette... certainly. He knew he'd donewrong. He accepted that. He had to put his former life out of his mindnow and submit to his punishment.He was a prisoner - a thief. That was what he was and nothing more. Thesooner he accepted his station, the sooner he might gain some level ofacceptance.Mavis started to approach."Where you goin missy?" asked the. When Jenny finished, she looked back at me, panting. Between her deep breaths all she could say was, “god damn.” She moved over to where we’d set up a fully opened sleeping bag and laid on her back, with her legs spread wide open showing both Richard and I the pink of her glistening pussy. Him and I both joined her on the sleeping bag, again with one of us on each side of her. I started to suck her neck and caress her B cup breasts as Richard kissed her on the mouth and moved his hand between. Jerry and Mary were thinking about whether to take a tent, or just a tarp and blankets. A good, comfortable cushion for them to sleep on was the easiest thing to fashion. Mary was worried about looking foolish trying to ride a horse. She had never ridden, before. It was Michael that asked the important question. "What clothing should we bring? I don't want to barge in thinking we are in a nudist colony, or to act like a bunch of prudes. Do we need something dressy, or just simple, everyday. He stepped to the front door and added, “Let’s see the new bike.”The whole family trooped outside to check out the motorcycle. It was a new Honda street bike that was painted a dark blue. Bill whistled and said, “Nice.”“Thanks,” said Abe. He was proud of the fact that he had been able to arrange the loan for the bike himself, although Henry had co-signed for it. The past few months he had come to understand the importance of credit.“Very nice,” said Jerry as he walked around the bike. It was a.