David’s hand involuntary went to his throbbing cock, nodding dumbly at his mother “yes mummy, I would so love to taste and fuck your pussy” he n...ervously uttered.Leaning over him she removed his hand from his hard cock and slowly run it between her legs, letting him feel how wet she was, as she licked the pre cum off of his firm erection and gently taking the head into her mouth, wrapping her lip-sticked lips around his shaft and straddled over him before lowering herself onto his warm tongue,. His son, called Aaron, said he'd carry on in the cellar. Another five minutes had gone by when he called me down, "Can you bring me a drink" he asked, and with that I took one down.Our cellar is well lit but it is cool and damp, as is all cellars. There is no natural light. I took his drink down and gave it to him, he took it off me and immediatly smiled. Obviously I smiled back. He put his drink down and walked towards me smiling, he put his hand on the front of my shorts. I pulled away saying. Leonna had covered her tracks well and if he had been on another jury faced with the same evidence he probably would have voted Guilty as well.With no money for appeals and having an indifferent, at best, defense attorney, David soon found himself in a medium security federal prison with no friends and no one that would believe a single word of his story. This changed in his fourth year in prison when he befriended a young short and skinny lad named Simon who happened to be a premier computer. Once again, I slept on "Davey's" side of the bed. If he wanted to sleep on his preferred side, he'd just have to climb on top.It had been a long day, and a long week at work. OK, so it had only been a three-day week at work. But I had known, for all three of those days, that on Wednesday night I was coming up here to see Dave. It had made it seem like forever.Dave had been good, though, about e-mailing me from the road. I got a note from him every day. Happily, he was a good communicator and.