The place in my head showed me that I also saw four and five-year-old kids in the room. What surprised me was that they had siblings eleven to eightee... months younger than them. In particular, I found a five-year-old, four-year-old, almost three-year-old, and eighteen-month-old that were siblings. All four were mine. Doing the math in my head worked out to about when I went from shooting clear precum to having sperm. Somehow she conceived the youngest while I was in a coma. That was interesting. Had said.Steve obviously did have problems with the guards using his property and had meted out a vicious punishment. Although the images of the beaten guards were brutal, I couldn't help but allow myself to smile."I told you Michele; it's business not personal," Steve said."I can't have the guards and inmates thinking they can take anything from me without recrimination," he went on."But if those pictures make you happy; so be it. Maybe you could find some way to thank me appropriately," he. I kiss her warm and wet flesh ever so lightly and I feel her almost hop on her knees. After a few seconds of thinking I figured the best way to learn how to swim is to just dive right in. I push my mouth against her pussy and let my tongue do the rest. I lapped up and down a few times trying to find the area to concentrate on. Then I pushed my tongue as far in as possible, tasting the juices flowing from her. I tried thinking about it like, French kissing her. Letting my tongue do all the work.. She stepped away from the mirror and turned to look at her profile. Her denim skirt was short and stopped about a half inch below her ass cheeks. When she had worn it in the past, the skirt would ride up and give little flashes of the metal hoop she had woven through the little hood covering her clit. The piercing was one of her favorite things to play with. She constantly found her self playing with it, whether it was out of horniness or boredom. Carrie's ass cheeks were begging to drop.