I asked him where we were going, and he said that he wanted to show me his house. This made me a little nervous, until he pulled up to a luxurious man...ion. He gave me a quick tour, then lead me to the den, and poured me a glass of red wine. We drank, and talked together. I really enjoyed his company. He was not like any other man I had met. Then, he slowly leaned in, and kissed me. Our tongues met, and circled each other. He pulled away, kissing my neck, then moved up to my ear and whispered. It's a small world, smaller in the criminal element and yet even smaller in prison. Johnny wasn't just a friend. He had been one of the toughest k**s on the block growing up. He was one of those k**s who all the other little juvenile delinquents had looked up to. He was the youngest among them and the first to get put in juvey. He had made a lot of connections there before graduating to the big time of adult penitentiaries. When Timmy saw him it was like a ray of hope even though he was pretty. In moving I felt a wetness on my thighs. We'd covered that in health class, and I'd heard Mary Jo Robinson talk about it one day. When you get wet down there, that's your body saying that it approves of what's going on, and it's getting ready for guys to slide that thing of theirs into you. The wetness is lubrication to make it go in easier.The kissing wasn't all one-sided. When Tom finally left my boobs alone—not that I wanted him to—I went for his. Guys have these flat ones, with flat. Jenny wondered if one of them would try.Jenny smiled her best naughty smile, swung her bare shoulders back and forth coquettishly, and asked the boys if they really did think she was pretty. The guys all tried to out do each other telling her how beautiful they thought she was. Again the blonde blushed. One even said hers was the prettiest tit they had ever seen."Really?" Yeah," said the short boy."Your boobs are perfect," the chubbier one said."Well," the taller guy said, "I could be more sure.