“Look, Bobby, I don’t bring people together who don’t belong together. That would be cruel, wouldn’t it? I’ll admit they’re not usually si...lings, in fact that’s a rarity, but it doesn’t make any difference. When it’s right, it’s right.”It just wasn’t making any sense to me and I was starting to get all worked up again. “Well who the hell are you to decide what’s right? Are you on some kind of mission from God or something? How do you even know about me? How did you even know I had a sister?”. It had a vending machine and a series of small cafeteria-type tables bolted to the floor. Jesse Small was seated at one of them, talking to who I assumed were his parents, and there were a few other inmates scattered around the room talking to their wives or girlfriends.Officer Bowers motioned for me to sit down at one of the tables. He bent down and handcuffed my ankle to the leg. "Sorry about this, but we've got to follow procedures." He repeated the procedure for Sean a few tables down, then. You hit it 315 yards." Then she paused and added, "It was a truly beautiful golf shot."The men had watched the whole process and were now utterly stunned. "My God!" Mark said in stunned amazement, "Davis Love, III, and John Daly don't hit drives that far!" No, they don't," Ann agreed. "I know Love holds his down to about 275. He says that beyond that he just gets into trouble — driving through doglegs and things like that. I was just showing off. I apologize." Your apology is not accepted,". I started to rub against her leg. I could feel the leather rubbing against my lips, see my juices smearing along her shin and on the knee as I fucked her leg. She cupped my breasts, pinching my nipples through the silky material and I kept fucking her leg awaiting her next instruction. “Uurrrhhh,” I was moaning as my release rushed toward me. And then she pushed, me away, the bitch. “You don’t cum until I have.” She smiled at me and unfastened the waistband of her trousers “Boots!” I stepped.