So don't consider this story as in any way a true one. Hopefully she will send me some more true stories of her adventures and I will be writing them ...p for your pleasure. Jax.Thanks for all the mails saying some really disgusting stuff; I really enjoyed your perverted minds. I just love it when I'm treated like a slut and a whore but then I have the tits to encourage such behaviour. So you would like to know more about me, well ok.I came home from college at Easter and had just turned. As she pulled the zip, my red jockey underwear came into view. With her deft fingers she pulled my underwear down over my rod. My caged manhood sprang up to full attention immediately and it had already wept copious tears of precum clearly indicating that it was unable to hold itself from bursting.When her fingers touched my cock, my mouth let out a deep involuntary Aaahah!! of pleasure. She started fondling my cock while my fingers were busy working on her pubes, pulling, twisting & parting. He wore that boyish grin, the slightly smartass look, with both hands resting on his hips. His bare and gorgeous hairless torso stirred her so much she had to look away. ‘Are you mad?’ John asked hesitantly. ‘Mad? I’m flattered. I’m starting to think you like me.’ Amy grinned back at him with her hands on her hips mirroring his gesture. She knew she looked good in her underwear too. ‘I’m just digesting the humbling fact that you are faster than me.’ ‘Nah, I’d place really low in my age and sex. Cleansing sprays came on in the hold and Martha was grateful for the refreshing feeling of being clean again as six months accumulated grime and dried sweat, and other 'stuff', was sluiced from her body and from her clothes, which she was still wearing under her smock.A policebot with a large box now entered the hold and started to give food and drink containers to the prisoners, who consumed then rapidly. The prisoners farthest from the door were naturally the last to get theirs and set up a.