There was a smattering of comments from women as well which I hadn’t expected. And there were quite a few requests as well. People wanted to see... her holding her lips open, using toys, wearing stockings, how more of her feet, it was just amazing. Some guys even went so far as to say that they had jerked off numerous times looking at the pictures. It was more than I could have hoped for. It validated everything that I knew about Ashley in my heart. I knew that inside her prudish. My assignment is the overnight shift in the women’s block. Although it is technically against the rules for inmates to be sexually active with each other to keep lover quarrels at bay, it is rarely enforced.Two that were always sexually active in the middle of the night were inmates Cece and Kay. As I would make my rounds, I would stand slightly out of view and watch them through the low light. I could hear their whispers and muffled moans. Only seeing glimpses in the low light my imagination. The curve of her breast, the hollow of her hip and the soft, yeilding flesh of her buttock, sometimes barely a brush, the merest of touches, sometimes a pulling, almost frantic grab that skirted the borders of pain and pleasure in her already turbulent mind. She did not sit motionless, passive. Her head responded to the pressure of his mouth, her tongue darting into his mouth and her hands joined in by slipping under his shirt, front and back, skimming the surface of his hot skin, a rake of. I was carrying my son and due to the pressure my breasts were sort of pushing out of my kurta. His eyes were fixed there and i acted as if it embarrassed me , although in reality it was giving me a wonderful feeling in between my legs. We sat inside and bunty gave me a creme and all the time we had coffee and my son finished a frooti bunty didn’t leave me unattended for even a single minute.Once he also tried to touch me while handing over my son to me but i disappointed him by somehow avoiding.