Once I was done, I climbed up onto the blanket intending to put my feet down at the far end so that John's ass would be near the edge when we got into...a sixty-nine. Of course, best-laid plans don't always go the way you want them to, especially when John started tonguing my ass as I climbed up onto the blanket. You just don't stop someone from doing that no matter what your plans were once they started and I was no exception. About two minutes into the tongue bath, John backed away and then. He knew it would be awhile before he could actually fuck her there, but he worked to gain some pliability to it, he soon had two fingers in her, his mouth working the length of her slit, his tongue piercing her labia, she felt her clit growing and her moisture increasing. He could hear soft moans escaping around his cock as he worked on her, he could taste her musky juices, he loved to eat pussy.His mind was on her, he wanted her to enjoy the experience, they had talked about how it would feel. “We have two sets of rules here.” Bertha preached, “The guard’s rules and my rules.” and punched me in my gut.I coughed and hacked from that blow as it caught me unsuspecting. Trying to double over, they let me wilt to my knees.“I told you I would make your life miserable.” she mocked, kicking me in the chest.“I told you I’d enjoy that bacon.” I shot back, trying to pretend her attacks didn’t hurt.“Shush, guard!” someone hissed, and everyone froze.The lookout stepped into the cell and nodded. "Nearly there baby" She replied as she speeded up her tempo and engulfed my cock."No Mom. I'm worried... like what dad said.... That I might have an accident..." I said in further desperation."Oh don't be silly. There nothing sexual in this. Your dad's just a dirty old man." She retorted and continued to work on the head of my cock. I could feel streams of pre-cum flowing into her engulfed mouth and she tried to figure out why my cock was still not dry of all that honey. Then the enviable.