” I looked out the window. Evarell was standing with his arms folded across the street, a glint in his eye as he beheld my face looking out. He ran... a thumb across this throat and pointed to me, letting me know I was a dead woman the second I left this place. “No, that’s okay Mister. You can leave your prick out of this…I uh, I want to do my time.” The Jailor pondered a moment, the peeked out the door. “Oh I get it… You don’t want him to get you, do you?” I sighed. “No sir.” “Then come. Being slick I asked "Did Ricardo ever get to catch feels?" "Hell no papi. Fucked up thing is I hate condoms. I just can't let anybody run up in me raw. Why? You think you ready for the truth?" "The Truth?" I asked confused dick precumming from the sight of her, us touching, porn, and uninhibited conversation. One of the things that made her sexy to me is that she has a sense of humor most chicks don't. "You know papi, Jack Nicholson. ' You can't handle the truth!" Just knowing this made me want. It was cracked open just as he promised. I enetered and there he was, nude on the bed with his semi hard cock on full display. The curtains on the windows were mostly drawn shut so that just a hint of light snuck into the room. I approached the bed and thought "here we go." I reached down and grabbed his cock with my right hand and he let out a surprised moan. I stroked it a little and it got harder in my hand. It was a familiar feeling to jacking my own dick but I was surprised by how heavy. “That was delicious Zak and you tasted better mixed with my pussy juice.”We laid back on the bed in each other's arms.“Zak do you have a fetish for women’s lingerie?”“What makes you think that I do?”“I see that you wear panties with “VS” (Victoria Secret). Did that start in the military?”“It goes further back than that. In high school, I had a paper route and an apartment had copies of Playboy magazine and took a copy. I would look at the pictures of the girls in their underwear and have the.