Prisons are not quiet places: All night long someone is either coughing or sneezing; or singing as they try to forget where they are; or even in many ...ases, crying themselves to sleep. Guards are not quiet people either. Even if they wore rubber-soled boots, they would have their bunches of keys jangling on their belts as they walked the balconies during their constant night-time patrols. Consequently sleep is very difficult in prisons. Especially when you are locked up for the first time in. ”I hugged her tighter. “You and me both. I’m going to give it my very best shot, and if that doesn’t work, then we’ll just keep trying until it does.”She moved her hands up to cup my face. “I seem to remember that you kiss goodnight okay. How are you at making out?”“Willing to learn? Maybe trainable?”She laughed. “Oh, YOU! My guess is that you’ll score an ‘A’.”We tried it out. Good, but not incredible. No brass bands or fireworks this time around.She sighed, “Honey, we’ve both got far too much. I found the same black bra. I kissed the bra on her milky boobs shape. We then collapsed to a bed. We covered ourselves with a blanket. I removed her bra and found her milky huge boobs protruding out. I took them in hands and started licking it and sucking it. I finally removed her lehanga and her sari. She was completely naked before me. I immediately got naked and hugged her and kissed her fleshy soft boobs. She brushed her fingers through my hair. We kept kissing for 15mins or so and started. I turned over and laid on my back and my husband's lips immediately met mine as he moved to be on top of me. Our mouths opened and as we passionately kiss while he laid on top of me, I could now feel his hard cock against my pelvis. Our lips aparted and he started to make he's way lower down my body. Lifting my pj top to expose my breast to him. He took my erect nipples into his mouth and sucked hard on them, causing me to give off some soft moans of pleasure. He then let go of my right hard.