His cock is straining against the fabric of his boxers. I lightly run my finger from the base of his cock to the tip through the material. His hips st...rain against my hand to have more contact. I’m not quite ready to give him that though. I start at his ankle, and kiss the soft skin at the junction with his feet. I lick up the back of his calves to the area behind his knee. This part is so sensitive, i play my tongue over it with little cold breaths inbetween. Continuing on up his inner thigh I. I quickly noticed that only the back wall was solid and all the separating walls were open bars; we could see the other inmates and they could see us. We would have no privacy at all."Make yourselves at home," the warder grinned and gave my tender bottom what he deemed a gentle pat but which made me squeal again. The door slammed shut and I heard the key turn noisily in the lock. It was all too much. I wept. Roger put his arms around me but they were of little comfort, he was crying too and the. I made her kneel down and take a doggy position, with her lovely butts are up there. It was getting too much, I wore a condom and just grappled her butts and rammed my dick in her inviting pussy from back. She was shouting with pleasure, aur jor se, aur jor se….., rukna mat, faad do isey etc. This made me hornier and increased my speed, her boobs were swinging, and it was a lovely sight. Finally I blasted and discharged in that condom. She also reached her orgasm, and was quiet satisfied with a. .. All those "from time to time" occasions started to happen more and more often. They gradually lost their sense of decency, despite being somehow (or fully?) aware of their own initial intentions. Basically they were just laughing and horsing around in a manner that was careless more than enough. Something primal and raw could easily be erupted into life at any moment. First it could be a playful release of emotional and somewhat of a physical energy. Then it could get a little more physical..