Amy professionally turns her attention to us and again slides right next to me at the edge of the counter. “Like I said, this is a special bottle. I...can’t wait for you to taste it and tell me what you think!” Amy pours our glasses, again being overly generous. We swirl and bring it to our lips inhaling the exquisite aroma. We each take a long deep sip, holding it in our mouths before finally swallowing. Meanwhile, you begin stroking me again, my cock pulsing in your delicate but firm grip. . As his hands made the return trip, he parted my legs and spread my cheeks. A mouthful of spit to lube me and his fingers were probing inside me, and they knew just where to probe! I began to moan and wiggle my hips under his hand. My erection was starting to return under me. I had never known that was possible! Hank withdrew his finger and lifted me to my knees, spread my legs and placed himself between them. I felt his spit once more between my butt cheeks and then felt him guide himself to. I just hung on for the ride..." They were soon sitting down on some patio furniture they had jumped over the previous week, creating a small picnic area in the exact center of Antelope Freeway. Except for the changes in the solar cycle, the weather on the Freeway seemed locked at 53F and a pleasant spring setting. The wildflowers seemed perpetually in bloom, and Jim and Cindy now thought of the prison more as their private garden.Cindy stretched out in a plastic-tube lounge chair. "How close. I strutted up to her table and sat down without asking. She looked at me with a wry smile on her face, and an invitation in her eyes.“I’m Tom,” I said.“Sue,” she replied, with a wink.We both knew what was going to happen. After finishing our meal, I led her to the sleeper car and found my berth. I opened the door and let her enter. She stepped through without hesitation. I followed, closing the door behind me.Once we were alone, my arms wrapped around her waist. I kissed her neck, and she.