Satisfied in solitude,She continued her pleasure.In search of the moment,She surely would treasure.But it wasn’t enough,As her hips rolled and rocke...d.What she really needed, Was a warm stiff cock.She panted and played,Wondering what to do.For her lover wouldn’t be by,For an hour or two.Her cheeks were now rosy,Her breathing quite quick,And all she could think of, Was mounting a dick.Then a noise from below, She thought she did hear.But her passion too greatAnd she did not care.Her lover it was. That, or maybe she had been a little tipsier than she thought. At any rate, she had a hard time remembering exactly how things happened, either because she was tipsy, or because they happened so quickly.His mouth and hands had been all over her, touching her in places she would never had thought were 'sexy' before, but which made her body tighten up like the strings on some huge instrument. She knew "the getup" would need some repair if she was ever going to wear it again. The bra had flown. Given the history of what has transpired I should have been a little bitsuspicious, however, given my soft nature I found myself quite happy togo along with what Mom had suggested.When the specialist, Ms. Emily, diagnosed my problem as one that wassomewhat rare but easily treated as long as my hormone level was reducedand monitored. It was one that would require me to stay in hospital for ashort time which was a decision that Mom and I felt was the correct one.It is sad to say that my faith was. She had promised me all sorts of anal rewards for the favor and I was silly enough to believe every word she wrote with erotic flavor. I figured it was worth the gamble because she had certainly delivered the goods to me in the cleaning closet both times I had visited her to get the details on prison life. In fact, she had spoiled me with her tightness and her skilled movements when I had her from behind stuffed inside so deep that we were like one person with four feet on the floor.Cuba didn’t.