" We descended the stairs to the basement. It had a full screen television on one wall, with a sofa and several chairs scattered around. Also, a pool ...table, and the two pinball machines. We walked over to the one I wanted him to look at. He had brought a tool box with him, in anticipation of what he might need. He sat his tool box down and I went to a chair nearby. I sat down and crossed my legs. I had nice legs. I had nice everything, to be honest, and I always was. Anyway, Vic started getting. “Okay, but let the man know that we understand and we are with him. Okay?” said Cecilia.“Of course, Mom, of course,” she said. “And thank you for your support. It means a lot.”A month to go for visitation. Oh, and didn’t I say? I got me a cellmate, Hank Gordon. We are resident in the Kaibab unit, cell 205. Gordon is in for life and no parole, not ever: killed his whole family and then tried to kill himself; he failed the last part. His reward for failing? Why I was his reward. I got to be his. Through the waves of erotic lust that pushed through me as we kissed, Iagain pushed back against his impaling cock, he likewise, he held onto meand pressed hard into me. I cried out in pain as his cock head began toenter me, I bit into the pillow as he pushed a little more into me, Icould barely feel his cock head entering me, or more feel the girth ofhis cock sliding into me, as the pain reached beyond any feeling ofsensuality."I'm in you," he whispered in my ear and he kissed me again. "I am. ” “You ass!” Paula shouted. “I don't like you accusing me of being unfaithful!” She angrily stormed off before I could stop her. “I think this is probably the right time to call it a night. We'll discuss this another time while we’re all sober,” I said, holding the front door open. oOoPaula rejected my advances that night and gave me the cold shoulder for the entire week. She rebuffed every attempt I made to discuss that whole situation. I was still miffed by Scott’s bold offer to swap.