At this point you are probably wondering what I do for laundry or what I get to wear.The answer is simple. Nothing. I wear nothing. I am naked all the...time.You want to ask me, why don't I complain? I can't. I am a foreign prisoner, sentenced to 12 years for being stupid. If I serve the entire sentence, I will be 33 when I am released.Being a foreigner in this prison brings no special rewards. Only "special treatment".On my eighth day I was held for longer than 30 minutes in the outdoor. "I'm not sure that I can or that I should," I replied as tears continuedstreaming down my cheeks. "Joan, you can tell me anything." I heaved a sigh of relief and relayedthe entire story. Well, not "all" of it, but enough to convey what hadhappened. I wasn't the type to "kiss and tell". I looked up into her eyes and I could see that she was crying too. "That'sso sad," she said and held me close. Suddenly a rogue wave crashed on thebeach and we were drenched. I'm not sure why but we both started. I deny you by pressing my finger up into the velvety roof of your cunt, worrying the sensitive tissue and sparking a need to cum.I move thumb and finger within your molten pussy, curling my finger inside you elicits a primal scream. I love watching your face while I crook my finger over your pubic bone, feeling you raise your pussy, wanting all of it. So sensual.“Not yet Katie,” I whisper and my lips capture yours. Opening up, your tongue does its tortuous dance with mine, all the time feeling. I don't know how long we talked, but while the first conversation hadbeen loaded, awkward, and highly emotional, the second was surprisinglyeasy. Kevin just has this way about him that makes you want to tell himthings, and I told him everything. Old life, island, new life, I reallyfelt like I could let my guard down with him, and that he did the samefor me.Talking to Kevin was the first time I really thought about how not justmy gender had changed, but also my sexuality along with it. I.