“Well done, Terry!” Grace enthused. “Tell me.”“First of all, I had a long chat with my tutor chiefly about trying to do the thing in two yea...s rather than three. His advice was to see how my first term goes and review it all then. He warned me that the second year was harder work than the first but that the final year eases off again a bit. On the other hand if I felt I could cram a bit more into the first year’s second two terms that would ease the burden in the second year. Whether I could. Again, I whimper. Louder and longer."Thought you would, Sweetie," she says, her voice now in whisper. "I like it too, you know. Feeling your cock in my fingers is making me... well... it's making me wet..."Unexpectedly, Manda takes my hand in hers."Here, feel for yourself," she says, her voice barely audible.She guides my fingers to her breast. I can make out her nipple, hard and swollen. Then she directs me lower. Across her stomach and into her panties. My fingertips are greeted by a thatch. The first woman she came two was a middle age woman that was so skinny it was obvious she was a meth addict. Officer Andrews looked at her and pointed to a line across the room "Line up there. You are designated general population. The next woman she came to was in her 30s, of average weight, and with deep stretch marks across her stomach and thus obviously had several k**s. Officer Andrews told her "General Population" and she lined up behind the meth addict. This continued as Officer Andrews. ”That was all it took. She lifted one of her feet (she had tennis shoes on), placed it on the blue plastic seat, and spread her legs. Her panties seemed to be basic white bikini briefs.“You dirty boy, you’re looking at my panties.”“You dirty girl, you’re showing them to me.”She crooked a finger at me to have me come over. I pointed to myself, me?Her nod meant, yes, you.I went over to her side, and well, we just went at each other. She unbuckled my pants and started stroking my cock. I lifted.