Not yet, at least. The guy was big. Really big. His arms must've been twice the size of mine, and he had half a foot on me. I was strong, but no where...near that strong. He looked at me for a while.Finally, the guards yelled lights out, and suddenly, all the lights went out except for a few dim lights in each cell, barely illuminating it. Suddenly, the cot creaked, and in the dim light I saw the man stand up and stretch. Good, I thought, I can lie down now. I was just leaning over when he. Gerald slid another inch in, and she gasped again. "Oh Gerry," she said. "Oh, my beautiful son, my gorgeous boy ... I've wanted you for so long. Even when you were little I used to think about taking you to bed, spreading my legs for you, showing you how to put your hard little thing inside your mother..." She paused to take a deep, trembling breath as Gerald began moving his cock back and forth, sliding the first few inches in and out of her. "And now ... now you're a big, beautiful boy, and. While I hadn’t touched the section on requiring background checks on handgun purchase, we had totally wiped out the ban on assault weapons and replaced it with a piece on limiting magazine sizes and were violating states’ rights on the permit issue. Worse, I was both a murderous bastard (no, Bill didn’t call me that, but he came close, citing my ‘proclivity to shoot first and ask questions later’) and calling me a shill for the NRA, the National Rifle Association, which I wasn’t even a member. "You ever see her again," I asked as Matt started to pump his throbbing dick into me. "Yeah, just a few months ago. She's like 23 and married now and I ran into her at this club and we ended up fuckin in the bathroom." Matt said as he picked up the pace. "Was she impressed," I asked as Matt got a steady rhythm going. "Yeah, seemed like it. She fuckin screamed as I rammed it in," Matt said as sweat started to drip from his body. "How many girls have you fucked," I asked. "Over a hundred easy,".