I remembered warning Christine about them and to be careful. We fantasized numerous times about her being fucked by several guys, but never expected a...nything to happen.As I made it to the second floor after passing and exchanging niceties with other people hanging out on the stairwell I proceeded to look for Christine. I didn't find her the bathroom line or coming out of it. The first bedroom I came to I found nothing except the increased excitement that I was feeling. Neither did I find her in. But none had ever been as good as you always are with me. Knowing just how to pleasure me, and how I need to be fucked. We continue on thrusting ourselves together as I clench and release you. On and on until you can not hold out any longer. And knowing it is time I tell you to let go, cum in me, now, now, now.When you shoot your wad up into me, oh the feeling of it hitting the back of my love cage makes me come once more, with you this time.When we are both a little calmer, I roll between. Even one of the guards liked to mount a cow when he had the chance. Several prisoners shared a cow as a lover and protected her from other men. In prison inmates became very possessive of their property or what they considered to be their property. To this group of men this cow was their communal "wife."Some men were willing to take on all and every animal where others restricted their animal ism to special types. A man who loved sheep looked down upon another man who used pigs. Other men. I could have kicked myself in the ass for trying to get away I guess it was a flight or fight instinct. As Cody finished his shower I imagined him drying off his tanned body, the towel moving down his back and over his tight ass the thought of Cody drying off his man tool made me extremely horny. Abruptly the door to the bathroom opened Cody emerged wearing a thin white towel stretched tightly around his slender waist. Like a cat in a burlap sac Cody’s cock shook under the towel as he walked.