"Howard stood in the doorway to Aunt Jean's front bedroom and braced his arm on the facing. "That is a very inviting pose, Miss Gail. It's a shame we ...ren't alone, I might join you." You look tired, Howard. I'll move over and share the top of my wall with you, if you're in danger of falling. What have you been doing all day?" Well, let's see, I worked a few 'ours," Howard said, sounding like an uneducated country hick. "I rousted Frank outta bed, sleeps too much anyhow. Billy 'uz out to his. He found it coiled on one of the chairs.He could do nothing more. His life was a waste. He could do nothing right. His life was all wrong. In death we are finally comfortable with being alone. He wanted to be fully clothed when the hotel staff found him. How embarrassing it would be to have his stark, naked body hanging from the showerhead. He dressed slowly, and afterwards checked himself in the mirror. He scarcely believed what he saw: a man at one time on top of the world reduced to a sickly. She doesn't forget after that. But I digress."As the door behind us locks with a series of penetrating clanks, Serena points out a flat metal structure on the collar of the agent in front of her. "As far as other security measures go-- for their own protection, all prison personnel are required to wear an inner computerized tracking suit under their regulation uniform. Both the inner and outer suits are locked shut and tagged." She nods contentedly. "Yep, over the years, we've pretty much. His tongue caresses her folds, back and forth. Jill raises her leg in response, letting it lay draped over his shoulder. His mouth muscle ventures deeper into her welcoming entrance. With water streaming down his face, Chance finds her clit. And as he begins to nibble on the tiny pebble of flesh, Jill starts to grind against his face and lips. Her moaning increases from a mere hum beneath the noise of the water to a buzz of pleasure roaring over the cascading bedlam until she shudders, her twat.