With each succeedingmovement, her excitement grew. When she couldn't "take" anymoreteasing, she pushed my hands away, pulled up her nighty, spread he...thighs and introduced me to her "pussy". Warning me to be very gentle,she parted her labia, pointed out her budding clit and instructed me inthe ways to further arouse a woman. I followed her direction, slowly"playing" over, under and around the moist center of her womanhood.Using the middle finger of my hand, I gently eased it into the. Now give me…” she leaned up and kissed him, and then took his hand and pulled him onto the bed with her “… what I want.”“Why don’t you tell me what you want?” he said. He’d perked up a little now that he knew how this was going to end… with him letting his load explode into some unsuspecting husband’s white wife. A hot, white wife at that (if I say so myself).“I want you to fuck me hard and fast… I won’t break.” She said with a grin as she spread out on the bed, and pulled him over on top of. With the hot water running down my body and the glass door steaming up rapidly, I finally acknowledged the burning lust with inflamed me and began to touch my tumescent prick. A half-dozen strokes were all it took to unleash a series of thick spurts, images of Lucy's perfect teenage breasts and flawless, panty-clad bottom floating through my mind.I lingered in the shower for ten long minutes, letting the hot water wash away my sense of guilt at masturbating while thinking about my beautiful. ”“He wants a picture?” she said.“Well, I thought you had one to give to him,” he said.“I did and I did. But he wants a picture of me. A good one showing how beautiful I am—his words. He wants to be able to brag to his fellow prisoners what his beautiful, wonderful, faithful, loyal and loving girlfriend is like. Kinda make them eat their hearts out; well, until he finds out he’s been betrayed,” she said, and she began to cry.“I thought you said, he was okay with you finding a man,” he said.“He.