I had to start all over again to make friends. In this endeavor, I finally struck gold. I found my best friend, Ray. To this day I consider him my bes... friend.What makes a best friend? It is a person you can tell absolutely anything to and they never judge you. They accept you for you and would do anything they could to help you. To this day I feel that Ray is that kind of friend.We could always talk to each other and enjoyed many shared adventures. Like the night his rusted out '57 Plymouth. He remembered taking the rectal temperature and how pleasing her little rump was in the basement solitude. He was certain his treatment was proper and appropriate under the circumstances and he had taken no liberties with the girl. It was a matter of honor with him that he only interfere with females who had attained the legal age of engaging in carnal relations. That would insure he would never be labeled a pervert because perverts in the prison system suffered far more than the. "Yes, I swear! Anything you want, Bobby! I promise! Oh, please make me cum!" she was practically sobbing now, her need was so great.I decided she'd had enough and I brought her back to her crest one final time. Just as I felt she was at the tipping point, I shoved two "crossed fingers" into her pussy and rapidly fingerfucked her while licking at her clit. "Ohhh... myyy... Gaaawd!" she screamed as her dam burst and she came more forcefully than I have ever seen any of my previous partners. Following my instinct, I decided to play his game.In a coy voice I answered, “I’m really sorry, Gerald, I promise I won’t do it again.”Gerald’s eyes lit up with sexual excitement. “Well I’m sorry, Chummy, but I need to punish you.” After turning my body Gerald pulled my shorts down, before pushing me down on the kitchen counter. Thwack, thwack, his right hand slapped my arse. The slaps weren’t vicious, but meaningful.“I’m really sorry Gerald, I really didn’t mean to,” I feigned.Thwack, thwack,.