They must have been nineteen years old. They were wearing jeans and dark t-shirts and each held a bottle of beer. They were joking and laughing and th...n one took off his shirt, followed almost immediately by the other. They sipped their beer and talked. George could not hear what they said. What do boys talk about at that age? Girls, cars, motorcycles…? At thirty-two he felt much older, a different generation. It would never have occurred to him, when he was their age, to get a tattoo,. What's going on? Please tell me you didn't break out of jailagain!"George laughed, "How did you guess, it was a piece of cake this time.They sent me to the woman's wing. I seduced a male guard, knocked himunconscious and swapped clothes with him. This time dressed as a man, Isimply walked out the front door.Ellen was almost apoplectic. George took pity on her all thingsconsidered and told her, "No in all seriousness, not this time, I didn'thave to. I was taken to police headquarters where. ‘I love what I see.’ He leaned down and kissed her behind the ear making her giggle. She then moved under his shirt and removed it from his body. She moved her hands under his abs. He had just the right amount of muscle. Ranking her nails across his chest, she played with the dark hair that laid there. She pushed him down again and straddled his lap. ‘Well thank you. You don’t look too bad yourself.’ She started to grind on his lap feeling his erection pushing against his dress pants. He wanted. ” “What do you want me to do?” Cara asked, although her mind had already registered “big cock.” “I’m going to tell him that there are some boots in your store than I want for my birthday; you know, the tall black ones?” “Yeah, they’re not on display, but they’re still in stock,” Cara answered. “Great! He may not actually buy them, but when he comes in, I’d like you to flirt with him, show him some tits or leg and see if he makes a pass at you. Would you do that and then call me?” asked Amy..