I needed those letters for two reasons, actually. One, they kept me from going nuts no question about it. Two, it was a matter of pride, prestige, sta...us believe it or not. There was a deal of envy of inmates that had love letters from their women, kids, families. Long termers, like me, often got letters early on, as I discovered. But after a while the letters became fewer and fewer as the people in their previous lives moved on. I was sure that I would at least not be suffering that particular. Are you busy Wednesday night, same time?”“Tomorrow would be just fine. Anything you want me to bring?”“I’d like to see that outfit you wore the other night. And bring a pack of Winstons.”“I’ll bring an appetite too.”“Oooh. Good thinking.”So, Jack adjusted his schedule, which didn’t include a lot early in the week. He went upstairs and told Aunt Peggy about the change in plans.“Somebody’s horny.” Now, instead of humming, she was singing everything. “Apparently. That’s okay with me. So am I. All. It is my favorite, I’ll show you my next favorite when we get to the basement” She had guest rooms, on this level right next to hers was Raini’s that she pointed out, but did not go in. The man floor had entertainment rooms, a large conference room, living and lounging rooms, small dining room, where two girls were setting up our lunch for us, then down the winding stairway to a large room for gatherings, it had lounge chairs and bean bags, large bean bags, I assumed this was a party room,. I waddled (I couldn't walk) to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. I had dried cum on my breasts, on my face and in my hair. I sat down on the toilet and peed and globs of white stuff came out with the urine.I had to accept the truth. Several unknown men had come into my bedroom and had gang fucked me. I thanked God that I had put my diaphragm in expecting that Harry and I would make love when we got home from the party.I remembered snatches of Harry giving a tour of the house and.