Things don’t change for prisoners, not ever.”“Mom, the name thing. I just had an idea. It’s maybe crazy, and it might be too late. But it is a...n idea, a logical idea,” she said.“Lay it on me because I’m out of ideas,” said Lea.“Well, Dad, I mean your husband would have to be onboard with it. I would never do it if Dad was against it. But, on purely logical grounds it might work,” she said. “I could change my name, legally.”“What, you think maybe changing your name ... but you’re a Baker now,”. There kiss lingered. Her hands, slowly roaming down the broad expanse of his back as they both eagerly accepted each other’s probing tongue. Her torso melding against his as she relaxed in his arms, Her steadfast, resolve weakening under his ardent, kiss she wiggled out of the lascivious embrace.’I just need a little more time…’ she murmured, ‘I hope you can understand its not you it’s me. ‘ Would you care for some wine’, he offered as he poured her a glass. ‘Yes thank you very much’, she. Jones let go of it and reluctantly removed her mouth from the teenager’s still hard dick. She turned around and crawled out of her son’s bedroom, Mrs. Jones did not want to wake him! Rob watched his mother leave the room and wished he could stick his dick in her pussy again. He still had an erection and was still ready to fuck! As he re-lived what had just happened, he thought about the first, and so far only time, he had fucked her. He threw in a few fantasies about Mrs. “Z” next door, Rob. The high heels were slipped off the narrow feet. With what felt like unreal flexibility Lisa reached behind her back and unzipped the cocktail gown and let is slide slowly to the floor. As seductively as possible the new Lisa stepped out the gown. Then came her bra and her perfectly formed breasts - C cups she somehow knew - bounced free. She hesitated then the lace panties were pulled off. Her heart was in her throat - God what a nightmare. Stalling for time - Lisa gracefully walked to the.