She came on to me right away and I must admit it flustered me to have her actually kissing me on the lips and pushing her fingers under my skirt. I ha... to make do with pretending that one of my foster sisters was Brad Pitt and that her protruding clitoris was his manly dick rubbing on my needy slit once and a while but never had a classy expensive woman like Madame R. pushing my head down to her snatch and telling me, “Give me your pretty tongue, dear and I will return the favor.”I was. Fuck it. Even sitting at home alone would be less boring than this.Grabbing his towel he made his way to the showers, noting on his way past that the other inmate of this madhouse happened to be a rather nicely proportioned brunette, whose skimpy shorts and crop top left very little to the imagination.He hesitated for a second before continuing towards the changing room. Even the thought of watching her tits bobbing up and down as she ran wasn't enough to persuade him to spend time on the. Having been once already a mother, Lenie isn't exactly immune to male charm. But she can at least perform some simple tasks in his presence. She rings me on the intercom. As much as Lenie loves talking with Kemish, she also knows that it is best if she can get him quickly away from the two young girls. Best for them, that is. It would hardly embarrass him if they attempted physical seduction. Girls are much smaller and weaker than men. He could easily restrain them himself. But they. ”“Yes,” Billy shouted.”Missy pulled a dare card and read, “I dare you to cuss everyone here like a sailor for thirty seconds.”Janie jumped to her feet in the center of the circle and pointed at Billy first and then to everyone in the group shouting, “You mother fucking son of a bitch, cock sucking, low down dick licking, no account son of a mother fucking bitch....”Thirty seconds in we were all belly laughing and rolling. I didn’t know my sweet sister knew all those words. Missy finally.