Perhaps she was just too shy to make the most of her physical assets. Though she was perhaps a few pounds heavier than a woman should be according to ...he woman’s magazines she was certainly not fat, and her backside looked pretty good even in her sombre trousers. None of this really registered with me however. This was just Ellen, my friend who I had known all my life, not really a ‘girl’ at all, at least not in that sort of way. We sat down to dinner (Ellen makes a great pasta), and made small. Usne mere se kaha k t mujhe satisfied kardo or aj pagal kardo mujhe apne pyar me…main bola jo hokum meri jaan…fir kya tha maine use zor se hug karliya or kis karne laga wo bhi jawab me kis karne lagi or I lov u ilov u bolne lagi main dheere dheere uski pith pe hath ferne laga ,, fath ferte ferte maine mehsoos kiya ki usne bra nahi pehni par uske mummy kafi tight the or hard bhi jaise koi 16 17 sal ki ho,, maine uske kano me apni garam sanse chodne laga jisse wo exit ho rahi thi or mere chet pe. “Well lookie here, a face full of cum and an arse full of cock, twelve months off our slut prisoner's sentence with less than two minutes to go. Will we see her lovely arse filled with lubricating cream or will she end what is a good run if she unfortunately takes one from the red dot cock!” Even before the last words are spoken by the female narrator the prisoner's face screws up tight and for a third time a scream leaves her mouth, and the prisoner falls forward onto her knees. The cock that. Again she looks in the mirror, beholding the snugness of the cups she overfills as they try to give her cleavage which she already has in abundance. She smiles sarcastically to herself as she realizes she's 'Stacked' better than her mom.Satisfied with her undergarments, she looks to the open closet and sees a dress her mom looked gorgeous in when she wore it a couple months ago for a night out with some friends. She takes it out and holds it against her body with a critical eye. It's a knee.