You are pleased with your progress and tell me not yet lover, not yet. You are tweaking my nipples and your breathing is hard on the back of my skin.Y...our hands running along my hips you start to massage my bare ass. Then with such an urgency I feel my anal wall being stretched as you enter two fingers into my backside and finger my tight hole as if you are fingering my raw cunt.You are grabbing me with your hands now, holding onto me as my body shakes and soars into euphoria. I’m ready to cum. .." Mama!" What? I'm serious!" Serious?" Terence stuck his head through the door. "About what?" Nothing, Bro," Damian chuckled. "Done already?" You SAID to save you some hot water..." Terence replied."Cool. But you still don't want to stink..." HEY! I don't stink!" Terence argued."You do after a football game!" Damian laughed."Ain't played ball in a week or two..." Terence grinned."Well you have to shower, anyway..." Damian chided him."Hey, I'm done and YOU ain't! Why don't you hit the shower. A few days passed, class was like normal and Mr. Wolfe didn't pay me any special attention, he didn't give me the satisfaction of even a second glance and he knew it drove me nuts. It must have been punishment in a sense. I really fucked it up and made things awkward for myself to say the least and I was a wreck. Around school I was known notoriously as the guy who always had the booze and the drugs, the guy who threw the best fucking parties. I even paid the cops in this tiny ass hick town to. But there were others in the prison that did notice.The producer of the play, doing minimum time for fraud and also thewardrobe and makeup supervisor, both gay men, noticed; and so did RobertBrinkley, a standover man and fixer, coming to the end of a two-yearsentence."You look gorgeous today Mary," Dale Grant, the wardrobe supervisorcommented, stroking Mary's shoulder.Dale had started to refer to Murray in his female character's nameconstantly and Murray had to admit that he liked it. It was.