The wimp hobbled around for four days, but knew better than to report anything that had happened. A week later the old-timer sold him for $20.00 and ... carton of smokes. Chapter Four My daily grind, stress and boredom continued until I began to prepare for my parole hearing. I spent hours in the library, spoke to the "inmate counselors" and anyone that might be of assistance. If I did not get released, a full year would pass before they would allow me another hearing. Finally the day. As soon as we were in the house and the door closed and locked behind us, we dropped our clothes next to the door, then turned to each other and started kissing and hugging each other, with hands all over the other one.One hand of mom's was on my hard dick, and her other hand went to squeezing my ass cheeks, while I had a hand on her tit, squeezing frist one then the other, and one hand on her ass cheeks squeezing them.As mom and I French kissed each other I backed her into the kitchen, right. Paul takes them and fingers the crutch. Angel knows he is feeling the wet spot. He gives her his dirty naughty smile that she loves and walks out. Watching him leave she checks that he pushed them deep into his pocket as the door shuts behind him.Angel then continues her daily duties, she likes everything to be in order, perfect and complete. She knows she’s in for some pain tonight but she tries not to encourage more by forgetting something.A few hours later Paul returns from his meeting and. "Shit! Yeah, you could say we're ... hell-o." Halfway through his reply he'd bothered to turn his head and look at me. This caused his original irritated tone to change to a much kinder one."Hello yourself," I replied, and for a similar reason. A torso of the kind that sculptors love to chisel out of marble. Pecs! Abs! And damn little fat on them. Even the ratty pair of knit shorts he wore looked good on him. I could make out a big dimple in his butt where the wind made the cotton cloth cling.