Rushing into her bedroom, she flipped open her laptop and angled it so it was facing the open part of her room. A quick pull under her bed brought her...small trampoline out. She grinned as she skipped over to the computer and turned on the webcam, and the live feed that went to her father’s blackberry. Whether he was still at his office, or already on the train, he’d get it. The laptop was part of her birthday gift a few weeks back. Her best birthday ever. She slid out of her shorts, back to the. I rested my hand on her thigh, anxiously, waiting for her to carelessly move it as usual, instead she continued to type as if she had been alone. With audacity and slowness that a sloth would have mocked me, I moved my hand towards the inside of my thigh. The Goddess said nothing, but imperceptibly spread her legs as if to favor that strange advance. The hand reached the pubis where the bristles of the hair growing a month tickled my fingertips. His breathing became heavier, but he didn't care. He began to writhe on my finger then he said it again louder this time "oohhh fuck me" I moved away from his sweet arse and cock and upto his face and kissed him softly on the mouth. we pulled apart and he reached out and held my cock looked my right in the eyes and whispered "Fuck me Matty please Fuck me" I looked at his face he was so beautiful and he was begging me to fuck him. I kneeled up and lifted his legs in the air and his ass wide open. I spat on my cock Stuarts hole was already. Roger seemed oblivious, I stuffed my cock back into my boxers and climbed into my bunk.About a week had passed and my jerk sessions became a daily thing as well, what else was there to do!Several more weeks passed, it was summer now, and without air conditioning our cells were ridiculously hot, the windows only opened about 2.5 inches and were virtually useless. We would spend our days in boxer shorts during our time locked in our cells, the only thing that kept us cool was using a damp cloth.