Buck wasn’t an ideal prisoner. He resented being there, and he reacted by lashing out at anyone within his presence. There was always a guard on dut..., and he directed his verbal abuse at them. The nighttime guard was a particular target of his vituperations, even though he knew the guard didn’t understand any English. He was sure he understood the anger with which they were thrown, and he could tell the guard was intimidated despite his having a weapon.There was a light burning outside the bars. This was one of the ladies mom had talked about. Ms. Miller was only like 68, and not too bad looking. She moved right in on me and with in ten minutes of me walking in the door I was banging away on this woman. She was tight and wet and a good fuck. Mom stood at the bedroom door watching the whole time as Ms Miller and I went to town. Ms. Miller came several times and I flooded you dusty old womb with two loads of my young sperm. When we finished, Ms Miller asked my mom to bring me around once. Haircut and beard, ditto. Hell, they don’t want me shitting my pants, they can figure that one out. I never thought it’d come true of course, but then she made dreams into reality.She offered me five cents a minute to talk with her. Might not seem much, but hell, twenty minutes is a buck. The homeless shelter people expect me to answer questions for free. Remember how I said I sometimes go to a lot of effort to do nothing? Well this was no exception. I went ahead and dreamt up a convoluted sob. Auch das Parken klappte bei ihm ziemlich gut. In diesem Momentwusste ich das ich nun immer die Beifahrerin sein werde.Sekunden sp?ter realisierte ich was das bedeutete. Mark wurde derdominantere Part in unserer Beziehung, w?hrend ich zur?cksteckte. Esf?hlte sich richtig und falsch an. Richtig weil er mittlerweile in vielenSachen besser war als ich. Falsch, weil ich mich nicht Richtung Anh?ngselentwickeln wollte. Da beschloss ich, dass ich jedes dritte Mal fahrenwollte, aber die anderen beiden.