I know that too. So, are you coming with me tomorrow for shopping?Me: Yes mom, I am coming. (Still hugging my mom in that position). So, you have to b...y some bra and other stuff, right?Mom: Yes. Well, maybe I also need to buy some other undergarments as well.Me: Some other undergarments? You mean panties?Mom: Yes, son. How do you know so much about these stuff?Me: Well, I just know a few things.Mom: Okay, but I am not sure which colour I should buy.Me: Mom, you can try it tomorrow and buy. “More,” I begged.Another inch.Then another.It was a slow, agonizingly delicious feeling. The deeper he was in me, the more clouded my mind was, intoxicated with pure pleasure.Then he bottomed out in me. I was completely impaled on Joe’s monster cock.“Fuck, you’re tight,” Joe hissed.I reached under me and grabbed his bull-sized balls. Despite having ejaculated earlier, they still felt full of cum.“Fuck me,” I ordered.“Yes ma’am.” Joe slowly pulled his cock out and before he was completely out,. He leaned down into her window as she started to pull away, spoke what looked like a few words to her, then stood and watched her drive off, as I did. I watched long after her car was too far away to see.The next few weeks seemed to take forever. Prison life is indescribable to someone who's not experienced it. I see now why some men prefer death. The constant yelling and taunting, the horrible food, the sanitary facilities, all seemed like something out of a bad remake of Cool Hand Luke. I. I told her to apply some cream over the bruises and to inform police, but she said it will heal itself and has already told her pimp who will take care of the customer.While I was talking to her, the other girl entered the room, wearing only a blue T-shirt and ash colored panties and started washing the girl's bruised boob with a wet cloth.The sight of her bruises had shocked and saddened me so much that I had completely forgotten that Derek was sitting there watching everything, but when I.