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 ...re 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. At least on the street she got paid for what those men took from her at home.Satisfied that he wasn’t coming back, Corrine calmly walked back into her apartment, locked the door and sank down on the broken couch to weep. Her tears were silent and heartrending but there was no one to hear or see and no one to comfort her. In the quiet that followed the violent episode, she thought of her grandmother back in Stroudsburg. Granny always greeted her with a smile, hugged her in a way that did not. Where normally seeing an ass that spectacular, I would fantasize about fucking her, but with Janice, this was different. Instead, I found I would do anything to have her sit on my face. Usually I would imagine banging that ass and watching it bounce off my pelvis, her doggie style, submissive and naked; ass arched, head tilted back, mouth wide open and moaning....but not this time...something was different....I wanted to worship that ass and I knew immediatly she was better than me...she could. The shorthair sniffed at Carla's messy pussy and licked her with slow sensuous strokes. The texture of the slightly rough dog tongue added to the stimulation and she felt that inevitable feeling starting to return. She could get dog licked all day and never get enough she thought. It was just too good yet, the hound had other ideas. She got on her hands and knees as he approached with his pink hard one extended. His dog dick was smaller than the last and she wanted to take the dog knot inside.