The tight cotton top she was wearing emphasized their size and shape. They were gorgeous. I kept trying not to look at them too much, just kind of sne...aking glances now and then. I also felt the erection in my pants.Eventually we emptied the bottle, splitting the last bit with a half glass each. Karen raised her glass, tapping it against mine. "To our new friendship!"I returned the toast: "Yes, to our new friendship." So tell me Michael, how many girlfriends you got?" Uh .... well, not too many,. Two guys were standing by the door and one opened the door for me and I walked into the room. At the far end sat one old man and even though this room was very dark I could see he was play with is semi erect penis from the light casted by the movie on the television. I took out another cigarette and as I fumbled in my purse for the lighter a flame light up in front of me. I lit my cigarette looked up at the owned. I was the old man bent over at the waist still stroking his cock with his arm. His last words hit me. I had to act like a man. I had to drink with him. To become his friend maybe.-OK.The vodka felt bad at the beggining but then it really made me feel better. The ice I put on my face calmed the bruice. Later he asked me to smoke some weed with him. I had done it at school and university so I accepted. After few minutes I was laughing on everything Johny and Pietro were saying. I felt really well, didnt care I was in prison. The guys were really kind. Then I dont remember. We used to share our joys and sorrows together. I never hesitated I expressing myself in front of my chachi as was I very frank with her. This frankness was a result of my stay with her for 3 years. We used to regularly go out to watch movies, to shop, to dine outside. I was completely dependent on my chachi. She knew me very well and hence also knew my choice. From selecting my clothes to the kind of soap I used, she did it all for me. She was a complete woman for me.But then a strange change.