Als Jennifer an ihrem ersten Schultag mit ihrem alten, klapprigen Toyota von ihrem Apartment zu ihrer neuen Schule fährt, kommt es ihr beinahe so vor... als ob sie immer tiefer in ein Ghetto hineingerät.Erleichtert atmet sie auf, als sie den Wagen endlich auf dem Parkplatz der Schule abstellen kann. Als sie kurz darauf zum ersten Mal vor dem hässlichen grauen Schulgebäude steht, macht es überhaupt keinen sehr einladenden Eindruck auf sie. Die Wachen am Haupteingang, vier muskulöse Schwarze in. I wanted to get dressed and flee; to run away and forget any of this had ever happened. I wanted to go home, back to my normal life as a wife and mother.But I couldn't. I couldn't and watched nervously, mesmerized as my son slowly and methodically began stroking his cock, keeping the head aimed directly where I held myself open for him. I slowly turned my gaze upwards to his face. His eyes were closed and his lips formed into a tight circle, his cheeks puffing slightly in and out as he. I felt like such a little bitch laying over like that when he applied the lube and I was loving it.He asks me if I was ready and I said “yes” as I felt both hands spread my cheeks with his cock pushing on my virgin hole.Thankfully because of my play time before and his slow entrance pain was minimal. He slid it in inch by inch each push checking on me until he had the full length in me and God did it feel good. He gave me some time to adjust and slowly started to fuck me. And there I was. She’d sent it as kind of an early Christmas present. I so loved that baby. Daddies always adored their baby girls; it was nature. I so wanted to hold her. It killed me that I never would. She’d be grown up, well a lot, when I got out, even if I was lucky enough to get an early parole. She was already almost two. Damn!The siren sounded and the cell doors opened for us inmates to make our way down to the visitation room, really, a kind of large auditorium with four-person, white steel tables with.