Rubbing her wet tits a bit, before letting her hand wander down to her bikini bottom. Jen spreads her legs a little, as her finger slides over the wet...transparent green fabric covering her pussy. “Oh this bikini is small, surely you can imagine my little pussy hiding behind it. And with it wet, I bet you can even see my lips.” “I can, I want your pussy, and I want it on my cock. Just look how hard I am watching you. I might have to fire you if I don’t get to see that pussy soon.” “Oh, sir, I. " I thought you'd already told me. You think sexual fidelity is silly." No, I said sexual fidelity as the cornerstone for a relationship is silly. Sexual fidelity isn't silly. It's imperative. It's part of the honesty that must flow between two people who love each other. A synonym for fidelity is trustworthiness. If I cheated on you, snuck around behind your back and had sex with others and lied about it, you couldn't trust me anymore, and our relationship would self-destruct." I'm confused.. “Oh! It’s still raining. I can’t let you walk home in the rain!”We run to her car and pile in. She had forgotten her raincoat still in the classroom. We both laughed and kidded each other like silly teens. I took her hand in the car as we sat recovering, sides hurting and wet.She looked at me and quietly asked, “What time do you have to be home by?”I knew what she meant. I looked at my watch, “It’s only three. My mom doesn’t get home until after six.”She giggled to herself, ‘Shit, I’m robbing. But now it was time for the final round. In the back stood Stacy, myself, and another gurl named Tara, formerly Tyler. We knew this was it. As we prepared for the final round we could hear a bunch of commotion, we tried to get a look but couldn’t see. Finally we were called up and escorted by the guards. On the stage now stood 30 inmates, many of which had been in the audience the entire time. Each of us was suck the cock of 10 inmates and get them to blow their loads in our mouths. There was.