Usually any meals given to me in my cell come in little plastic boxes (which reminds me of a Chinese take away meal) inside a plastic bucket, but toda... the meal has arrived on a tray.There is no chair or table in my cell (of course) so I have to squat on the floor to eat the food provided. There is muesli (almost needless to say), cold smoked fish (delicious), fruit (refreshing), fresh baked bread, (smells wonderful), butter, coffee (smells even better) and water.As I finish it I glance up at. She has always loved the way his skin feels and tastes right there. As she continues to slide lower, she takes her hand off of his straining shaft, and cups his balls instead. She tugs gently on them, while she kisses the inside of his thighs. She feels him tremble lightly, and starts to work her mouth upward. Lifting his balls, she runs her tongue over the sensitive skin beneath them, teasing him with slow, slow, strokes of her tongue. She hears him cry out "oh fuck" as she starts to suck his. "If we didn't care, would I be tweaking a few things so you don't looklike you're in fifth grade," said Kayla, getting annoyed. "Please justsit before we're late."As he sat at the table, he noticed a good twenty false nails laid outin size on the table, realizing Kayla had already preselected somesimple round French nail attachments, and was all business now. Heknew better to argue at all when she got like this every once andawhile, as she measured a series of nails against his fingers. Her bodily fluids.They get a bad rap, bodily fluids. You only hear about them in medical reports and sex advice, as if they were intrinsically bad.I wasn’t finished with Juana and her bodily fluids. In fact, I had only just started. Now I wanted to kiss her and get that other fluid, her saliva, mixed with mine and incidentally depositing her own juices into her mouth. A lot of women seem to like that.I left Juana’s crotch and headed up to her face and she kissed me, her eyes now wide open and.