She asked me if I ever had sex out of marriage. I replied that yes, I had twice before, and to which she replied that she had one affair with her offi...e colleague. But never with a North Indian.It was 5.15 already. I was rock hard. She, too, was welcoming me with such talk. I went and sat next to her and, without saying anything, kissed her on her cheek. She turned her other cheek towards me. It was clear now that she, too, wanted it.I kissed her on her cheek and straight away landed my lips on. ”A month to go for visitation. Oh, and didn’t I say? I got me a cellmate, Hank Gordon. We are resident in the Kaibab unit, cell 205. Gordon is in for life and no parole, not ever: killed his whole family and then tried to kill himself; he failed the last part. His reward for failing? Why I was his reward. I got to be his wife. Agreeing to be such, got me his protection—something every guy my size needed in the Kaibab. Oh, and the Kaibab is max security.“So, your woman is coming next month you. I almost fell over as my toes curled. My arching back helped me to regain my balance. Breath-sucking contractions kept me from screaming as pleasure overwhelmed my body and raced from my head to my toes and back. Oh my God, oh my God I screamed as my nearly naked body fell onto my bed. My body was on cloud 9 as the orgasm rocketed though my body. My iPhone clock rang again and even though I was still in full ecstasy I leapt off the bed and grabbed a thong, pulled on my skirt and tucked in my. I stared in disbelief and as I did, the fleshy mass started to resolve itself as separate people and I realised that at the centre of the heap was a woman’s body - a very familiar looking body. Helen was naked and lying on her back. Her legs were raised up in the air and were draped over the shoulders of a large, muscular man who was vigorously pumping what looked to be an obscenely fat cock into my girlfriends stretched anus, while simultaneously fisting her pussy with a powerful looking.