This response I received in particular prompted this writing. Thank You whoever you are! This one is for the ‘clear ur soul’ part of me. ‘U have...potential to be a good writer..I feel your pain..write again..whether to clear ur soul r for the joy of it..hold on and keep on..Peace’ My Prison I haven’t even met her, I mean face to face. She was just a soft and soothing voice on the other end of a cell connection or some kind and tender words in email and chat. It didn’t take long for me to get. I never felt so horny. I took out the remote control, before it could break-but it was so slippery it slipped out of my hands. It fell on the floor and the batteries fell out, but I didn't care. I got my fluffiest pillow and tucked it between my legs, wedging a jelly bean-bag near my pussy. I started humping that so hard I was afraid the jelly might burst out. Before long I cummed so hard I didn't hear my screaming until five minutes after I started. I was biting my lip really hard, but it felt. "Now, now!" he teased her. "I think my surprise isn't the only thing that's gotten thawed out." "Damn bet'cha," Cynthia grumbled, making another grab at him. He danced away and put his hands on his hips, laughing down at her. She had more than a suspicion that his caresses and kisses had been intended to produce exactly the effect that they had - especially as he evaded her every grab at him. Liam was far too considerate to rouse her so and leave her unsatisfied... unless it was part of his. Immediately, my eyes went to her buttocks, wiggling back and forth, as she scooped the flour up. As I watched with delight, I had my hand in my pocket and was rubbing on my cock thru the material. With each wiggle, her skirt was slowly being pulled up, further and further, exposing more and more of her calves. Soon, I was able to see her panties peeking from under the skirt. Trying not to be obvious, I sat down for a better view. Her shapely cheeks soon became fully visible, covered by the.