I put my cum soaked fingers in my mouth and savored the flavorof Jamal's love frosting mixed in with my son's ass juices. The saltytaste invaded my t...ste buds. I slowly made my way up the stairs and stood at the entrance of thesecond floor hallway. I walked up to the bathroom door to my left and putmy ear to the door. I could hear the shower running intermixed with amixture of man and boy moans, and the occasional grunt from one of the men.I also heard the distinct sounds of flesh. Gerard would be in love with Michael and would do his best to keep him safe.It was time to go back inside. Everybody was brought back to their cells. Michael climbed up to his bed. Gerard took a dump on the toilet. He flushed the toilet and began masturbating. He looked at his new pretty boy lying there all still. Gerard got horny around Michael. He would have sex with him whenever he wanted. Michael would please him in every way. Survival was the most important thing in jail. For the next ten. A few weeks before giving birth to my son, my breasts started producing a lot of milk. One night at the dinner table, Chris just got this wild grin on his face. I looked at him, asking what he was thinking. He just stared at my huge, swelling breasts. I looked down and I had two large wet spots on my shirt! That was the first time I learned just how much milk my breasts could produce. I am still amazed that I can not only feed my son, but my husband as well! Anyway, that moment when I saw my. I gave myself two strokes before kneeling at her pussy and began to taste that salty brine I know and love so well. I played with her labia, feeling her hands hold me there. I moved up to her clit, licking and tonguing it like a kitten at a bowl of milk. I slid down to that oh so velvety and soft space at the base of her sex, before moving even further down to rim her ass. Needless to say her mouth was like a construction worker's. Between moans she was telling me to eat her out, rim her ass,.