I honestly cannot remember the orgasm. I do remember hearing a scream of joy and knew it was probably mine. What I do remember is feeling her lying be...t over me after, her hips still pumping and her voice in my ear. ‘Angie’s cumming, fuck I’m cumming.’ She did too. Loud, trenchant violent with a few well-chosen obscenities to accompany it. It was joyful, exuberant and clearly draining. We lay, like dog and bitch joined for what seemed an age. Her voice was soft in my ear. ‘Fuck, Carla, that. "Cut the shit you ignorant bastard, you didn't like it but you will, I promise."She left the room and soon the other ladies came and escorted me back to my cell. They released my arms and left me and I quickly washed my face and mouth with soapy water trying to clean out the disgusting flavor. I had crap up my nose and tried without success to clean it out. I smelled shit now and would for some time.--------------------------------------------------------------The next day I was allowed to. ”“Do you want to? I mean with me?”“Will you accept something other than a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ answer? Please?”“Sure.”“Physically? Yes. You’re really cute and I really like you. A lot. Emotionally? I don’t know. I don’t want to hurt you or take advantage of you or do something you’ll regret.”“You think I’m cute?”She stood 5’5” tall, had long, dark hair, deep brown eyes, and a trim figure. I’d called her ‘cute’ because she just had that look. I couldn’t describe it, really. I’d call Jocelyn pretty and. " Egad woman, what has gotten into you lately!"She chuckled, "You baby. I haven't stopped thinking of your cock since I left the house."I stared at the phone for a minute after Leslie hung up and then I picked it back up and dialed a number I had recently memorized. When Sylvia answered I asked, "Would you be willing to let me watch tonight's program on the big screen if I spent a little time before hand licking your pussy?" I heard her squeal, "Sugar, you sure know how to sweet talk a girl. We.