Meet me in the basement I say with a smile knowing how much she loves having sex after working out. She smiled and ran upstairs telling me she had to ...reshen up and change first Ok I replied making my way down the stairs. In the basement Rick was lounging on the sofa wearing a black Tee and charcoal colored jogging pants, the TV on low I give him a grin and raise my eyebrows and he smiles back Openly excited He makes his way into the laundry room off to the side of out basement living space. Something nice!"We are really in luck, Mr Marcilenus. I can still hardly believe it. I have just had a talk with a man called Karl von Verstein. He's about thirty and I think he's South African. He wasn't too keen to talk too much about himself. Didn't really sound like a German somehow, despite the name. He's the number two at the prison. Virtually runs the joint! And he's recently been given instructions to keep Lilly under observation at all times! And, here's the good bit! He's totally but. ” She leans in and whispers, “I have a fully functional Phoenix Hawk and a ComStar HPG they don’t know about.” I read the Wall Street Journal stock page daily but I have no idea what the hell the columns of numbers she hands me mean. The page has the drawing of a robot with a lot of abbreviations and fractions next to the body parts. I turn it upside down – as a joke – and nod. Then I hand it back.“Oh, yeah. Impressive.”They all stare at me, horrified.“You are such a bad liar,” the fat one says. We were breathing hard, slamming together, but nary making a sound, lest her roommate hear us. Why a monogamous man was fucking a lesbian would have been kind of hard to explain, after all. Knowing the clock was ticking and her bedroom door was wide open only excited me further as I thrust deeply into her. I felt her clenching tighter around my cock, groaning almost silently at realizing how close she was to orgasm. Gritting my teeth, I thrust harder, changing my angle of attack to aim directly.