I was very stressed.So, I was practically being dragged down the dark, murky hallway of the prison cell, the guards telling me to stand up and move ri...ht, not layin' around on my lazy ass. It was bad enough I was in prison, let alone being dragged into it. My knee's sc****d the floor mercilessly. All around, the men yelled out jokes to me, a few whistling. I've been regarded as good looking by most people. I've had my share of girls, sure, sex, love, whatever. But never before prison had I even. It was all to much for him and he shot his load, covering her face and tits with cum, Kylie desperately tried to catch as much of it in her mouth as she could but there was far too much for her to swallow and it started to dribble down her chin onto her chest. Kylie started to collect the cum off her chest and face and lick it off her fingers. This was enough to start Gary's cock on the road to recovery.Once Kylie had finished cleaning herself off she walked over to the bed and lay down. Gary. . ... So tight... fuck.It's like overhearing things you shouldn't or reading someone's journal. All these whispered secrets of betrayal. Social politics of the playground. Adults that are more innocent than some of my peers. It's only when I mention things I shouldn't that there is bloodshed. Home time with bruises and once a broken bone. Parents don't care, and everyone thinks I'm spying on them.Deeper, deeper, harder, faster, faster, please... Keep quiet, so hot, god I want... What does. Each time it was harder than the previous time. After the third kick I didn’t make a fourth attempt.Finally, after what felt like hours, we heard footsteps approaching again. “Well?” demanded Leader.Whiny spoke. “A woman answered. Seemed to be her mother. She called for her husband; and the girl said it was the right name for her father.”“Well of course she would,” replied Leader.“No,” said Whiny. “I mean we asked her their names first. Brian and something. Then we rang them and the woman.