“Like… internet?” “I was thinking more like a liveshow,” I replied.Her eyes grew large again. “You want me to̷...; get nakedfor you?” “And put on a little bit of a show,” I added.Lindsay was speechless. “I could still go to thepolice,” I said. She realised I was being serious andwithout uttering another word she gave in, and startedunbuttoning her shirt. “Don’t forget the show,” I said,and Lindsay started. .” My voice trailed off as I sat up, the fragrant odor of wine touched my nose as I licked the remaining drops of urine from her pussy.“God, no, I’m not clean.” I said nothing and gently slid my tongue up her sopping wet slit. When I flicked the little man in the boat with my tongue, she rubbed her pussy against my mouth. My tongue pushed deep into the warm depths, flicking around in search of the “spot” that would invariably send her over the edge.“Oh yes, you dirty man suck my filthy pussy!”. Both boys. You know shit potent!”“I know. Make me have your babies,” whined Dymond as it went dark.That was all Fred needed to hear. “Oh! Got damn,” he screamed as he tensed up and his dick erupted.Cell 12-B was rocking and rolling. E was on his side and behind Coco. The younger, aggressive, man was fondling Coco’s booty with one hand while he had the other loosely around Coco’s neck.“You fuck me so good,” whimpered Coco!“I know midget! You needed a full-size nigga to get you in line,” chortled. I never got around to eating lunch. Before I knew it, it was suppertime and my sons showed up with a couple of pizzas. There was a ton of food left from the day before, but I have to admit the hot slices tasted good. We finally got around to talking about what had happened. I briefed them on what I knew and they offered support. I slept in my bed that night. Darla never called.Todd and Terry were working over the summer for a local tree trimming company. It was hard work, but they seemed up to.