I too talked to daddy and asked my mom to serve tiffin.I was waiting at the dining table, and mom came and started serving food.Me: Mom, I want once a...ain today.Mom: What?Me: I want to taste your pussy juices.Mom (after a small pause): Ok, but don’t misuse the chance.Me: I will promise you that I won’t enter the pussy.Mom: I will serve tiffin to dad and then I will come.Me: I want to touch your boobs.Mom: No, eat the tiffin.I then got up and held mom’s boobs with my hand and started pressing. ”I grinned, “A please would be nice.”I tossed my kit and EQ bag to one end and set the weapon bag down before opened it. He snorted and reached for the assault rifle, “This goes into storage, you can keep the Swift.”I looked at him, “And just what is going to replace my rifle?”He grinned, “A silenced MP14, bored out to take 12mm.”I laughed, “Okay, that sounds like it has a punch.”He held out his hand, “Sergeant Milford Getts. You can call me Blocker.”I took his hand, “Pendragon.”The next day. "What are you in for?" he asked straight out."Burglary," I replied, "three years. You?" Manslaughter," he said with a grin, "seven years, done two already, should be out in a couple more." Oh," I said.Things went quite after that and I settled down to my new home. Ted, my cellmate seemed friendly enough but the next two years was going to be hell.A few weeks past and I had settled in as best as I could then one night Ted decided to talk. It was way after lights out and the place was. Possibly stupidly I lit acigarette as they approached and instead of passing, the gang veeredover to my seat, a voice asking, "Can you spare a couple of cigs?"These boys I paid more attention to, all being late teens or earlytwenties and having a reputation for trouble. As I said, obviouslythey'd had more than a couple of beers apiece but not over the top.One was jet black; he looked the oldest, wearing white rugby styleshorts and a black T. The youngest looking was also coloured, more acoffee.