More attractive prisoners could expect a MUCH longer stay. Often a week, or even two. No limits were placed on how many times they would be "searched"..., DAILY.Linda had because of the humidity, unfastened her raincoat, and as we approached the intersection, a jeep and a taxi were approaching. The guy driving the jeep was busy looking at Linda, and he almost hit the taxi, having to veer wildly to avoid a collision. He lost control, and went up on the siding, and hit a vendors cart, demolishing. Both Peter and Penny were thrilled for her and Peter added that such a grounding would stand her in good stead when she applied for a job with the charity. Caroline agreed enthusiastically.“If all goes well I hope they’ll take me back over the Christmas vac.”“I’m sure they will.”“I know they will,” added Penny. “You’re special ... l-like your d-dad.”Both smiled at her but said nothing although Caroline gave Peter a ‘told you so’ look.Peter and Penny did go to Caroline’s second tennis. Hell yeah, maybe better." Like falling bricks, it struck Brian. Better! A better fuck than his own mother! A better whore. A better "girlfriend". Maybe Sig would want to fuck him more than he wanted to fuck her. Damn! How hot would that be? Spikes of lust pinged him. Better pussy . . . than his own mother! He wasn't out to steal his mother's boyfriend; just prove that his throat was a better pussy—-and more available as well. He turned and buried his face in the man's crotch. Yesssss! He would. I was eagerly waiting for her arrival on the day of marriage as I was told that they will reach at around noon. I got up early on that day and was ready before time. Didi alongwith her family reached at my place at around 1pm, I ordered lunch from a nearby reataurant and then we got ready to move to Ajmer. Jiju and her sons were sitting in the drawing room, when she asked me which toilet to use, as she wanted to go to toilet. I told her to use my toilet, the other one is not clean. I asker her.