”In Cell 1-B, thirty-four-year-old Buck already had his ten incher down Frosty’s throat. Frosty was lying on his back with his head hanging off th... bottom bunk. Buck was feeding the long-haired white boi his long sausage. Frosty was gagging, but Buck didn’t care. Frosty was his bitch and there for his pleasure only. Frosty had sucked his dick at least three times a day since they got together nine weeks ago. Buck had tossed the around the idea, in his head, of skipping town on his nag of a wife. We spent every free moment together, and as many of those moments were spent with as little clothing on as possible. I really wanted to get laid that weekend, but thanks to the family reunion, I wouldn’t be. I laid back and fantasized about my girlfriend’s luscious, curvy body and slowly started stroking the growing erection in my shorts when there was a soft knock at my bedroom door. I let out a sigh of frustration, pulled the sheet up over me, and snapped “Yes?” The door opened. “Rick?” a. ...............and finally I'm all in, the fingers build a fist now, my fingers n your arse do feel what's going on in your vag, now im pushing it forward and aftStranger: Mmmmm, I close my legs around your arm, tightening my vag a little around your fistYou: I'm leaving your ass, my fingers grab your little knob and squeeze it hard and softStranger: I want your dick in me...You: later, first I will make you come, remember, you're all mine, it's not yours to ask for itStranger: Mmmm okay :)You:. I made her breakfast in bed. Once I heard her stirring in her bedroom, I told Melissa that I had a surprise for her if she stayed in her room. The smell of bacon cooking probably gave it away, but Melissa appreciated my effort. After making her eggs and bacon, I loaded the dish onto a serving tray with some orange juice and brought it to her room.While she ate, we laughed and joked like old times. We didn't talk about anything that had happened the night before. We just chilled like best.