" What book is that?" George asked."Oh, right after the Warsaw fire, I got the wild hair that I might be able to write a book about the fire and sell ...t, so I spent a lot of time interviewing people that were involved with the fire. Let me tell you, we tend to remember the firemen, and Bud Ellsberg and the railroad hauling in all those fire departments on flatcars when the road bridge was out in the middle of that snowstorm, but there were a lot of unsung heroes that I never found out about. It takes a fraction of a second to accomplish and the pain will last a lifetime.”Betsy resumed doing her pushups.“You haven’t answered my question.”“Yes,” Vicki answered.“You really did that?” Betsy asked incredulously.“Yes!”“You are one evil bitch,” Betsy said.Vicki didn’t reply. There just wasn’t much to say.Betsy said, “You do know that I’m going to want the full story as to why you are my cell mate. I’m going to want names. I want to know what they promised to do for you, if you hurt me.. We quickly put our cloths back on. And hid in the cloths and they found us. So we lost the game. After that day we acted like nothing ever happened.6 years later.....It was six years later when something happened. I was 16 and she was 17. So we were much more mature. We haven't seen each other for 6 years because my family moved to Spain and we finally came back to America. We were happy to see each other. We hung out for couple days but then one day our family had this party and after the. Shadowed by the moonlight her firm, brown and up curved titties jiggled as we repositioned ourselves. She had been massaging the bulge in my crotch and touching the swollen head of my cock that was sprouting up and out of my jeans. She had an evil grin at the discovery of my package.Laying back the head of my cock was visible from the top of my jeans. Jana undid my pants and spread them open unleashing my throbbing monster. Free to breathe at last my stiff rod poked up around my belly button.