He were usually wearing white tank and shorts( If some of you wonder - we didnt have prison uniform). My other cellmate - Johny, he was also taller bu... skinnier than Pietro. Later I understood he was gipsy. He had a lot of tattoos. Not a lot of body hair. Totaly black short hair. Moustache, very french looking. Very white teeth, few of them golden. Small head with big eyes. He was usually waring different sportsiuts. Never talked much. And never looked at me like other men in prison did.When. I grew up and played in her laps and was very affectionate towards me. I used to spend much of my childhood with her till she married to a very good-looking guy who had his own business in another town 150km away (a remote place). So she used to stay in Hyderabad near to my College while her husband used to come during weekends and holidays only. While in my college time I used to go to her house sometimes when I had enough time.We are from a strict family, where boozing, smoking let alone. Covered in love juice . Arthur left them on the bed, Dinner & a movie would be for another night. These two would be left to have their lezzie fun . He'd call with The Stop Word later he laughed or else ,mother&daughter would party til exhaustion.Chapter 4 - Sonia on her kneesArthur was drinking his morning coffee as Sonia had her cream . Engulfed by a 10inch prick her mouth was jammed . It was her usual routine , Blow Arthur , go to work as a Bank Clerk , come home get fucked in all her. My eyes devoured her beautiful tanned body, her muscled shapely legs. God, what a babe! She looked me right in the eye. “I’d love to play with that,” she said. “Hell, I’d love to suck that fat dick.” I swallowed hard, I had never expected anything like that. No one had ever said anything like that to me before when I flashed them. I ducked back behind my bush, thinking that I better get out of there. She frightened me. But she followed. I looked around..