At lunch, Damon ate the tuna casserole, green peas, peaches, a dinner roll provided by the state. It was not anywhere near the best food he consumed, ...ut at least it was something. He knew some more money would be on his books soon so he could hit up the commissary and get some more decent edibles. When he took his tray to the front, he noticed an unfamiliar face. He figured he should be kind.“Yo! Wassup! I’m Damon. What yo name,” he inquired.“Hi! I’m Tony,” replied the six-foot tall dark-brown. ‘Look how much you’ve grown! Why don’t you take those off and I’ll find something that fits?’ Thinking as she talked to her son, she remembered an old pair of heavy sweatpants tucked into the back of her closet. Left from her high school days, they had been a favorite, sporting the school mascot on the side. ‘I have just the thing, Bobby. Wait here.’ Finding the piece of clothing right where she expected to, Sallie tugged the pants from the shelf and turned around. Bobby slammed into her in the. She took hold of his cock with one hand and pulled him round to face her. She ran her fingers up and down his hard stalk and teased the head of his cock. “While I am doing this, I would love you to play with my pussy darling.” Mike moved his hands and fingers down to her love hole and found that she was already wet and ready for his fingers. He slid his hands up and down her inner thighs and worked his way up to her labia lips. He massaged them for a while and slipped his index into Nan’s. “We’ve never met, Mister Willis, but I do know who you are. Julian pointed you out that day when you came here, what, a month ago. Please get it. I’m on his side,” said Marian.“Good,” said Blake. “That is partly why I’m here. He needs a woman on his side—badly!”“Okay,” she said, “so why... ?”“You’re on his side as you say. So am I. So is Ava. He hates me because I married Ava while he was helpless in prison. He was going to be in so long; well, I really did think I was doing the right thing..