Were these from my wife one asked. We made love whenever we could and she always reached orgasm with the aid of my fingers and tongue before we moved...on to other things. She was very attentive to my needs ensuring I also came each time we met. We had made love more times in our first couple of months than my wife and I in the last five years. I remember thinking that I was falling in love with this woman and started weighing things up in my mind. I loved my wife and was content in many ways. "Really. I have a sure way for us to get laid." Really, sure, huh." You know how women's prisons are full of women that have not seen a man in years?" Joe asks."Uh, so?" Well, we just have to hang out by a women's prison. When the girls get released, we'll be the first guys they'll see," Joe says."This is your prize winning idea?" What's wrong with it? What can go wrong?" Joe asks."Not sure yet, but I'm sure something will," answers Pete."Don't worry, this is a sure thing," Joe assures him."I. He was getting seriously worked up and his cock stood at attention like a fat soldier, even without any direct stimulation. "Fuck that is good," he moaned, finally pushing me back. Reaching behind me, he freed my wrists. "Doesn't seem like we need this anymore, huh? Your throat is trained nicely." Thank you Sir," I replied, rolling my shoulders to relieve the pain that I hadn't really realized had worked up by being restrained like that."I'm about ready to breed your fucking throat," he calmly. " After another couple of farts, Pete reached for the roll oftoilet paper, affixed to the wall on his right."Aw, man...now I've gotta watch you do the wipe!?!" Joe was grossed out, butnot entirely. Part of him was really turned on watching his friend dosomething that nobody ever sees him do."So you've been WATCHING me all this time, is that right?"Joe sat silently."That's okay. You can watch--if you want." And Pete went about wiping hisass as if Joe wasn't there. He flushed, washed his hands at.