Mom walked in first, and said to give my dad a hand with the groceries. I finished washing, when my mom asked where Tracy was. I said I wasn't sure, b...t I thought upstairs. Mom just nodded, and I went out to help dad.I was wanted to keep it slow so we would not raise our parents suspicions up, but Tracy was coming on to me more than ever. Every time we were alone for a few minutes, she was rubbing my crouch or would grab my hand, and put it on her tit. Our parents were going out to dinner with. You can't blame me for." She then stood in front of the cell next to mine on called the captain by his christian name; "Thomas lets go."The black captain walked by my cell looking me in the eye with a huge shit eating grin, in his hand was a paper and pen. "Don't worry mon," he said. "They all enjoy it in the end," he sneered as he turned and unlocked the cell beside mine.Both proceeded inside and I lost site because there was a brick wall dividing the cells. The next thing I heard was clothing. "Or is it really that you want me to let you cum?" Mark said as he slid his hand back between Sarah's legs. Shoving his four fingers inside her still lubricated pussy, Mark began to rub Sarah's clit with his thumb. Sarah let out a whimper at the sudden sensation. "Is this what you want?" Mark asked in a deep voice.Sarah began to tremble and her eyes started to flutter at being filled so abruptly. She could tell it wouldn't take much to bring her to climax, and she leaned back, readying herself. He ran to Debbie’s back door and knocked. Debbie was stading on the other side of the door, and had to catch herself from flinging it open too fast. ‘Hello Ned, how was your walk?’ she said in a light voice. ‘Great!’ exclaimed Ned, ‘But I wish you were there. I mean, er… Excuse me,’ said Ned, turning a brilliant shade of crimson red. Debbie, turning scarlet herself, caught her breath. ‘Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn!’ She growled in her best Rhett Butler/Groucho Marx imitation. They both.