I took off his bullet proof vest and had Randy help me un-cuff him so I could pull his uniform shirt and undershirt off. After we re-cuffed his hands,...I unfastened his belt and dropped his pants. I took a minute to look at his body. I got used to fucking guys in jail because I like fucking. I never really was attracted to any of them though, they were just holes that I could fuck to make myself feel good. There was something about Will’s body though. It was fit and tan. It didn’t look feminine,. “Do you like me?” he asked.“Why are you asking me that?” she moaned.“See there?” he asked, rubbing her back. “I know you like me, Okay? I know it and you know it, so why can’t you just say it? I’ll tell you why you can’t say it. You think you’re not supposed to like me, am I right?”“Maybe,” she said softly.“So, instead of just being yourself and saying ‘Bobby I’m horny, come take care of me, ‘ you play this game of some sort that supposed to make you feel better. But it doesn’t. Am I right. You run your hand over my ass one last time before giving it one last spank. You reach between my legs and feel all of my juices that you made flow from my pussy and tell me "it's almost time, my dirty little whore". You shove your still hard cock in my pussy and fuck me hard and fast, while still pulling my hair. I can't control myself and start moaning louder, as you reach down with your other hand and start squeezing my boobs and nipples. You push me off your hard cock and roll me onto my. I’d heard it tied to the other saying I first heard at church. The Devil has work for available hands. They made the two sayings mean that we ought to always be doing something good or the Devil will find something to fill the time and or space. When we bought our house we bought a three bedroom house. We only needed one. Practical, levelheaded people would have closed two bedroom doors and left them closed. We thought having three bedrooms prepared us, in case someday we decided to have kids..