Should I be sweet and complimentary? I have learned from many of my past relationships (do one night stands count as relationships?), that a few words...of flattery often opened up a girl's legs to a night of pleasure. Or should I do what had been my most sure fire way of getting laid more times than not....get her hammered? I played all three scenarios in my head and a few more high risk ones before settling on using a mixture of all three if need be.She was the last one to arrive on Friday. I became his lady on the second day of ourinternment together. He made me suck him and sleep at his huge feetand I did both without the luxury of reluctance. It was that or die atthe receiving end of the rape gangs.Later, she made herself known to me in the private waiting rooms. Hername was Layonda. I had to lay face first on the floor, my headjutting through a narrow opening in the bars, at foot-level (Those whosaw the movie, Papillon, need no further description). My hands werecuffed behind. Now he’s 6 years old and I’m 22, I met a nice guy called Stan, he was 24 when we got together, I know my son should have been jealous, but just the opposite, he liked him and didn’t call him Stan or step dad…he called him Dad, it made me so happy.10 years have passed Stan had a great job, my son became 16, and I 32, though I still have a crush on my son, maybe even more than before, he’s such a handsome young man, all the girls in school wanted to date him; I didn’t, I just wanted to fuck him,. Then, he pushed the head inside me. As I pushed against him, he entered me completely. He wrapped his arms around me and fondled my breasts while he stroked in and out. At first, he was slow and steady, but, as soon as he heard me moan, my brother began thrusting faster and faster. I was filled with my brother's hard cock, and I reached down and felt his balls. He groaned at my lascivious touch. "Oh, lord, Andrea, you are one hot cunt!" he gasped into my ear. "Keep fucking me, b*o," I cried..