I didn't want to see good looking women while I was behind bars.I forgot to mention that I was in prison a few months when I got a letter from Chrissy... It wasn't really a letter but a picture of a baby. On the back was written. "This is your daughter, Marcella Hamilton. 6 lbs, 11 oz. 21 inches long. I'm so sorry, love, Chrissy."It was the only letter I received from her. She didn't even give the baby my last name. I guess it made sense seeing I wasn't supporting her and she went back to her. Her eyes narrowed with exquisite pain. She lifted her buttocks to lengthen the stroke. I knew she’d come now about four times, but there was no stopping her. Meanwhile, my nuts felt the size of tennis balls. They hurt like hell. I wondered when the hell it was going to be my turn to get off. I felt her opening her thighs wider and wider. Then, bringing them together, pumping and squeezing, opening and closing, she finally blew the big one and collapsed against me. My balls were ready to burst.. It was only after a heavy night of drinking with the Indian scouts and a strenuous nocturnal exercise session with Kit that I was able to throw off the sense of caution caused by the bear and fell back into my normal state of thinking about life and matters of the present.When the streams started to unfreeze and the white-capped mountains started to show signs of awakening from the long winter’s clutches, we began to break camp with no need for instructions from me to the experienced. . As usual when I arrived home I received a telling off and a whack from my mother and told to get to bed. Fair enough, I was 15 minutes late. I was lying in bed thinking about what I had been doing that day. And, that I was to meet this man I didn't know the next. The reality of it all hit home and I became really scared again. All the excitement of the parrot and the car had made me forget what he was doing in the pictures. I had trouble getting to sleep until I realised he didn't know my.