JS was the taller girl with red hair freckles and brown eyes. She had pronounced teeth, not huge but her lips never seamed like they were large enough... to cover them. Her hair was cut like a boys but longer, she combed it back like Elvis, it could cover her ears but she always tried to push it back behind her ears and in the back just long enough to touch the collar of her shirt. She always dressed in jeans, flannel shirts and sneakers. She made a point to wear T-shirts under her flannel to hide. He had probably picked these clothes especially for her.Suddenly, there was movement outside the door. Amy's eyes narrowed as she wheeled around. Someone was coming in; this was her chance. A silently as she could, Amy positioned herself at the side of the door, and readied herself. She was outmatched three to one, and she probably couldn't take down Sander alone anyway, but she only needed a second to rush past him and out into the hallway, and out of the cell was better than inside.The door. From there, they made their way to the shower, where he screwed her from behind, water splashing everywhere. They laughed and played and carried on until they fell into an exhausted slumber. It had been a wonderful month until 2 nights ago, when they’d had their first fight. Over breakfast, Barby asked him straight out if he’d finally called his mother yet, to tell them about their marriage and to invite her for dinner, so she and Barby could meet. No, he hadn’t done that yet. Barby flat-out. The girl has an orgasm and grips my head. You continue to fuck me while flirting with her. Then you tell her how much of a slut I am and what a good cum dump I am. You just fill me with your cum whenever you please and I even ask for more. Wouldn't she like to have a pussy licker as eager as I am all the time. I moan at that and you grin and say, "see what a slut she is." Then you say let's give them a better show. You pull out of me before tearing my shirt so my boobs are on display for.