This morning when my eyes had the pleasure of being graced by her astounding beauty for the first time, I couldn’t help myself as I ogled her beauty... As my eyes took in each inch of her statuesque body my minds eye was knowingly traveling a very familiar stretch of beautiful feminine vistas. Instantly I knew that I had been there many times before, I had kissed those pretty lips, nibbled on the ear lobes that were hidden beneath the flowing tresses of her long silky hair. In my heart I knew. . it's available... and for you... the fuckingdemographics... as you like to talk so much about... isn't exhaustedyet... because the remaining... somewhat larger percentage... of theprison population... are those who will fuck you... as a simple matterof convenience... Their convenience... and your fucking availability...the way people... who don't know what They're fucking talking aboutanyway... usually characterize... the female prison population... it'scalled... 'situational' lesbianism.... Anty: to tune kbi try nhi kiya: Mai :nhi. Anty:1 bat puchun such btaega? Mai:haan pochona anty Anty: tune kbi sex kiya hai? I was shock anty ye kya puch rhi hai unho ne kaha kya hua? Main: hi Anty: jhut mat bol Mai: such me anty nhi kya kis k sath karta mri to koi gf bi nhi. Anty: mre sath karega dekh tre uncle k pas tym nhi hai aur mai bht pyasi hun please sameer bht pyasi hun mai mri pyas bhuja de. Mai: anty per maine kbi nhi kiya Anty: chal mai sikhati hun anty muje apne bed room me legae. I honestly had no reaction other than a half fake smile. I liked the attention he was giving me and especially his comments on my stretch marks which my husband seems to hate. He then pulled me closer to him and whispered in my ears, “Dance with me, honey”.By this time, he started making circles around my belly button using his finger, which did turn me on. I was not sure what to do at this moment, as I realized there were a dozen eyes on us. I did not want my husband to see me like this..