But I discounted it because it did not jibe with the legs wrapping around me as I thrust.Pat comes easily and her pussy is alive with tremors and spas...ms and I'm unloading HARD in her.That time ... she's lying against me."What were you saying?" Dammit, brother, this is a mess with a capital 'M'. I ... we just fucked. Sister and brother..." Male and female." Doesn't matter," she said."I love you, Sis. Apparently we had some pent-up frustrations."I'd have believed she was more upset if her hand. She had hoped all the inmates would be asleep, it being two thirty in themorning, so she could slip into an empty bunk unnoticed, postponing the jailhousehorrors she had read about until morning. But as she and her entourage of Matronand guards started down the corridor, there was a rousing cheer! Behind thewall of bars on both sides was a sea of black faces ? mostly men except forone large cell filled with women ? smiling at her, nodding appreciably, takingin every inch of her long straight. ”“Don't suppose we can get them to take care of the smugglers for us.” I smiled.“Afraid not my lord.” The Steward shook his head.“Jenkins how would you like to be an admiral.” I glanced over. Jenkins grew up on ships and knew more about them then anyone I had ever meet. His parents moving from one to another as pilot and mechanic. His talents had been wasted after he was demoted and reassigned to the logistics division as a cargo pilot after sleeping with an admirals daughter. Strangely he. "Excuse me, I am Chelsea Anne Pinger, his wife. Why move, Miss??" Angela Grace Morris, we moved because they belonged to our parents.THAT is way to much room, so we are renting them out as student dormsfor the college." Hi, I'm Arrett Connor. Who are you?" Bernard Andrew Morris, call me Bernie," I curtsied."If you're a boy, why are you wearing a dress and tights?"I was wearing a red jumper and bloomer over a white blouse with whitetights and penny loafers. He was wearing a t-shirt and.