That was the only visible movement. I scratched my head to have a plausible excuse for why I had my head turned in such a way that I looked right at h...r – just in case she’d look up and catching spying on her. What could be the reason for her crying? A break-up? Loss of a family member? Or had she perhaps recently lost her job? She was still reasonably young. She should be out with friends or hurrying home to a young man, she shouldn’t be travelling all alone, crying. I turned away again. It. Jason would be 38 the day after his release next week. No parole, he had served every day of his sentence. His attitude left him with no good time at all. Now he was just another ex-con with almost no chance of getting back into a high paying gig on Wall Street. He would be lucky to get a job cleaning the offices he used to work in. Not with his record.10 years of the humiliation and degradation of prison life. The violence, the sex, living on the edge every minute making sure you don’t. Her nipples were pink and full. They looked like delicious cherries. He thought about his wife’s nipples, how they looked like shrunken raisins and he laughed and started the assault on her nipples. First he tweaked them in-between his thumbs and index fingers, then he started pinching them and pulling on them.Vasuda was wincing in pain, but she kept quiet. Next he started to kiss them and suck on one nipple at a time while the other hand tweaked and pinched the other nipple.Then he greedily. I rushed downstairs to find Sally waiting for me in theliving room. She was standing there, feet apart, hands on hips,and wearing a short purple silk robe that barely covered hershapely ass or her proud, jutting, 38-inch breasts. She had thatby-now-familiar coy, seductive smile on her face. She stood be-fore me — wanton, raw sex personified. Rushing up to her, weembraced. I knew this was going to be quite a night, one that I’dnever forget and that would change me.