Madhan picked her panty from the pocket. And he smelled her panty hard and kissed her panty.Shreya: Darling! Please, my condition was bad. It’s wet ...here.Madhan: Shreya! The fragrance of your panty makes my dick hard! (with a winked eye)That was the sexy gesture by Madhan, and my pussy was wet and leaked. I can understand Shreya’s pussy position. Her thighs must be wet! I pulled her panty and handed them over to her. We both went to the washroom, and she wore panty, but she was very wet.On that. She moaned loudly. I flipped her over and did the same to her pussy. I could tell that she liked it. When I finished, I told her I had to put her in uniform. She blushed again. I handed her a two-piece orange prison uniform. She slipped it on. She looked so sexy. Her long brunette hair came down past her shoulders and her small breasts looked so perky in the uniform. She was barefoot like all the other prisoners. I handcuffed her and shackled her bare feet. It was time for her to go to her. When my hand had moved belowwhere I usually felt the sensation of my penis, my heart began racing asI felt the soft and supple lips of my new labia being compressed by thetight shorts.I wasn't quite sure how to explain the sensation and realization. It waslike losing an appendage you'd grown up with. Like losing an arm or aleg. I rubbed down that area incredulously and repeatedly, but all Ifelt was the smooth surface of the shorts cradling my new sex. I lookedin the mirror again, that. I go home right, and I tell my Dad about it and I think he’s going to be happy for me. He says, ‘Is that all you got? No poontang? Come on son, she didn’t say ‘no’ to anything you did. You could have had that little honey on her back, tapping that well, you know what I’m sayin’? Then he says, ‘Son, the first rule of sales is never leave money on the table. And the first rule of handling women is, take whatever you can get. Remember that” ‘I must say your father sounds like um… quite a.