Long before I got to the Y, I picked up the scent of a woman aroused. We alternated exploring each other’s body and she lingered over my pale circum...ised cock for quite a while. She murmured, “All the ones I have had so far were brown. This looks different and I’m ready to see how it feels.”At my urging she got on top and carefully positioned her darkly furred pussy over my rod and guided herself down to engulf it. The texture of her vagina seemed different than other women I had screwed. It. Jesus, it’s irritating. I know you understand perfectly well, and I am running out of patience.?(That’s her voice, can’t you tell?)?One more moment of doe-eyed-disobedience and you can forget the whole thing, decorating skills or not. Now, put your eyes on the hem of my skirt, and do not move them, not up, not down, not anywhere but where I have told you. Is that clear???Yes. Yes, Miss. I’m sorry Miss, I do understand.?(So, I am with the splendid Miss E. ?Result?. I am feeling pleased. She jumped with a start when the heavy door slammed shut leaving just her and another girl sitting on the opposite bed staring at her each other. ‘What are you in for?’ the girl said breaking the quiet, although it was far from quiet, outside in the vast hall and communal area was the hum of activity, footsteps and voices from other prisoners going about their boring daily routine. ‘Dangerous driving,’ Tara whispered, still unable to comprehend how she had come to be in such a terrible place.. When I moved my hand above Mom's legs, despite studiously ignoring me, Mom shifted her hand to keep the book between Dad and the pen. I released the next batch and saw Mom's breast heave as she sucked in her breath.Falling as more of a stream than a series of drops, the hot chocolate quickly ran down Mom's leg, threading an almost straight curve directly to the white panties. I withdrew my hand to fill the pen again and slowly, so as not to attract Dad's attention, repositioned my hand over.