Jenny felt so relieved as they made it inside. She was so embarrassed and ashamed to have crawled outside naked, to have peed in the back yard and to...have had a broom handle shoved up her sex. With the air conditioning running in the house Jenny shivered as she was still quite wet. She watched Rose sit down on the sofa and she pushed her butt down still on her hands and knees on the floor. Rose stared at her amazed. She couldn’t believe this young girl was doing what she asked. It felt. And from that point on that sissy will, for all intents and purposes, be a woman. Pinky is 19, but appears to be much younger. “She” has been in prison for almost a year now. “She” has belonged to JJ for most of that time. Pinky’s smooth white skin is covered in prison tats – crude, homemade tattoos. Pinky is what is known in the joint as a “Patch Carrier”, meaning “she” sports “her” man’s name & affiliation prominently emblazoned across “her” buttocks so that there is no doubt as to whom “she”. "UGH!" I groaned as it I felt myself explode.I felt a wave of cum force it's way into my cock, shooting up the long shaft as it fired into her gaping mouth. All I could hear was the deep sound of moans from Amy, who felt the wave of cum splash into her mouth, washing around inside as it struck the back of her throat. She looked to gag, but she didn't, somehow. She continued on, squeezing and drawing every ounce of my sticky, hot seed out of my body.It filled her mouth to the rim, so much that I. However, she stirred and stretched after hearing my cell phone hum with vibration and she automatically pushed her beautiful ass back into my groin in a move that ensured my pre-cum dripping cock was immediately engaged without hesitation between her lovely cheeks.“Oh, yes, dear, right there. You are so hard, and mama needs some loving.”It sounded like she knew where she was and who she was with even if it was a complete mystery to me.I decided to keep my mouth shut and see where she was.