Sometimes on the dating sites guys would sneak on the women's side and try to engage with me, offering blowjobs or whatever. At first I would not inte...act at all with them, but after some time if I was bored I'd humor them a bit and interact being a bit playful and risque. I realized guys were way more horny and always up for dirty talk, so I began to get more interested and curious and at times had fun with role play. I realized it was a huge mental turn on somehow to switch roles and pretend. ‘Where’s Jesse? Althea, where is she?’ Althea sobbed as her mother stopped in front of the women. Taking Jill’s hands in hers, she said, ‘There’s been an accident. She’s hurt.’ ‘Hurt? How bad?’ Althea sobbed, ‘I don’t know. She fell down the stairs. I tried to help but the security guard kept pushing me away. When Jesse came to, she told me to go get you. I think the guard called for an ambulance or something.’ ‘Where? Where is she?’ Jill demanded as she pushed past them, heading down the hall. "I stared down at her, knowing this was one of those times when I would think of a suitable remark two days from now. She'd just admitted that she'd had the best orgasm ever, and now she was telling me to get out. With nothing more to say, she continued to look up at me, curiously, as I stepped forward and straddled her legs. She showed no fear, but when I slapped her cheek with my limber cock, she turned her head to avoid it.Slap, I caught her lips on the backswing, and she turned her head to. When the company of fellow convicts feels more sociable, more natural, and less like rats scuttling mindlessly for their one bit of happiness, their one bite of cheesy goodness before death, you almost want to go back.But then, in a six-by-eight cell neighboring another six-by-eight cell, fifteen per wall, forty-five per floor, you share something in common with those around you. You don’t trust them. You hate each other. Would kill each other to survive if you had to. But they’re like you, in.