Would it somehow be better to have been born blind than have been blinded later in life?As she tidied the bed, erasing any signs of her stay, she noti...ced a wood-framed photo on the nightstand. She picked it up and looked at a distinguished man with salt and pepper hair. He was maybe in his fifties or sixties. It was hard to tell since he was very fit-looking and his smile seemed to be that of a much younger person. He was wearing an open-collar, blue button-down shirt, a blazer and jeans. He. Next out was a middle age white guy , about 40 years old , he had a black eye and a cut lip and nose. I asked him was he ok , he just nodded. He tried to talk but as he breathed in he held his side like he had broken ribs . He limped off towards the prison medical room. He looked beat up bad. I had breakfast and a few games pool , read a book ,had dinner and headed back to my cell as it was getting late. I got to my cell to find a kit bag with what belonging I had on the floor. A prison. It was her first orgasm of the evening, and of thecruise. Holding me closer in the climax’s aftermath,she smiled and said, “I have to have it in me… is italright?” “It certainly is,” I replied, adding: “And is it OK ifI fill up Sarah?” “No problem at all,” she said, smiling. Derek pointed toward the shower, and asked my nowrecovering wife if she wished to join him there for aquick wash-up, both well coated in perspiration. Isaid. He had small boxful of panties hidden away somewhere in his office as proof of his conquests. An American high school and college education had given him a fluent, colloquial command of English and a passion for women with blond (or at least bleached) hair and round blue eyes. ?Fortunately for her, Pihla had both, with the added bonus of being a slut from North America, not a professional whore from Europe. Pihla had been very careful, and although she had been a little tipsy when she got in.