Marcella pulled Jenny’s blouse up around her breasts, and then – with the guard lolling against the doorway, and appreciatively savouring every mo...ent – she took Jenny rough and hard with a strap-on, gripping the young teacher’s hair and forcing her to arch her back.After Marcella worked herself to orgasm – during which time Jenny came at least twice – she instructed the school-teacher to crawl on her hands and knees over to the guard. The mature black woman unzipped and removed her uniform. Me: I am waiting for you in a sexy satin nighty. My loser husband is not home. So, quit bitching and come to my place as fast as you can, bye!About an hour later, I heard the doorbell. I walked towards the door with mixed feelings. If it were my husband, my plan for cheating sex would have been ruined.When I opened the door, I was shocked and surprised at the same time. My lover was carrying my drunk husband. I didn’t know whether they had met somewhere on the road or inside the bar.I took them. She shared the single thin cotton mattress in her cell with Sister Admonition with only linen sheets between them and the coolness of the convent's air. Although she loved Sister Admonition as one loved anyone who was equal in the eyes of the Lord, sometimes as she gazed at her dozing cellmate as the sun sunk beneath the horizon she was reminded of another love: one which she had forsworn. A love which she suppressed while regarding her cellmate's bare shoulder, her head resting on the thin. I never gave up and my travel to abroad was reaching with jet speed. I told her things would not be same anymore as I was leaving to abroad and she would be getting married to someone sooner or later. All the years of affection would be gone in very few days. I would not be even reachable for her as I will be busy with my career and all at the same time she will be busy with her family. I told her all I am asking is just one kiss not more than that. I told her you would not be losing anything.