I got up to go to the washroom, checking her out on the way. When I returned, she grabbed my hand and placed it on her butt. I was surprised.I asked, ...��What are you doing?”She said, “You’re always staring at my ass, so I wanted you to touch it.”I was so happy and just sat on the chair next to her, grabbing her ass. She smiled back and made that naughty smile, biting her lips. I was rubbing her ass and pressing. Then my hands went slowly inside her shirt. I asked her if I could continue.To which. We were all a little younger then!I don't know what was said, but there was something "floating" around that was making Dee fairly uneasy. I whispered to her but she just said it was nothing and went on with the conversations.Dee still had that "body language" that told me something was going on in her head, and it was making her nervous. Maybe she thought her grand idea wasn't such a grand idea after all, or maybe one of the others looked at me in a way that made her reevaluate her own. “And my boyfriend doesn’t mind it!” she added.Susan eyed Dan and waved to him. He enjoyed watching her and the other woman dancing. He casually stroked his hard cock not knowing several guys were licking their lips, wanting to go over and give him a blow job.“Have you ever kissed a woman?” A woman leaning closer asked. Susan noticed her long-haired brunette and guessed she was about twenty-five.“Yes, many times,” she replied, she replied catching a glimpse of a bare nipple.“Can I kiss you when. Oh, I forgot – they like to call it a correctional facility. I started in Mansfield Correctional and then when they were closing up Mansfield I was transferred to the Orient Facility. There was another Dan Jones in Mansfield at the same time as me and he was transferred to Lucasville Prison in southern Ohio. I was thinking maybe he started getting my mail. That was a joke because we had our own personal number. In the last couple of letters I received from Thelma, over eight years before, she.