Lifting his face from the crivice between her legs, she kissed him deeply, sucking her honey and my seed from his tongue before licking the viscous li...uid from his face. “Thank you, sweetheart! Nicely done!” she said sweetly as she dropped the lead. “My pleasure, Mistress!” he answered as he resettled in his wheelchair. turning to me he said, “Ready for round two?” Dropping his gaze from my face to my crotch, he added, “Looks like it from here!” I was most definitely ready! My cock was at full. Her tank tops always revealed a little too much for most the wives in the neighbourhood but the guys were always happy to see her jogging down the street in her short shorts and tight shirts. Her tits were the perfect size and bounced as she toke ever step. I had see her one time swimming in the other neighbours pool with his daughter and Steve could help but say “ Now that is one very hot young lady , too bad she so young “ I laughed it off but in my mind I wished I could have seen her naked .. Portraits of loved ones, drawn with stubby pencils, eight-by-ten, and from snapshots sent in letters, can be had for a couple of candy bars. Snickers are popular. There are some amazing artists in prison. I’ve seen a rose made out of toilet paper. It was incredible. Beautiful. Who woulda thunk it? I hate that I have to visit him through a glass wall. He’s lost weight, and he’s lost one of two consumable vices. Coffee-vice is allowed, cigarette-vice is not. Bittersweet facts of life. I know who. I showered and shaved, making sure that my face was baby-smooth. I put on my navy pinstriped suit and a red paisley tie, then my khaki overcoat, and headed out the door. I arrived at the Lunds' house at exactly 7:00 p.m. I rang the bell and Mrs. Lund answered."Good evening, Julia," I said."Good evening, Dan," she replied with a smile. "Here to pick up Kristen?" Yes," I replied. I wanted to blurt out that it was all Kristen's idea, that I wasn't some sort of monster who would take advantage of a.