I didn’t learn much in jail. I spent most of my time showing how bad I was. Deep inside, I really wasn’t that bad, I hurt more than anything else.... It’s just that my life sucked so bad that I wanted to get even with the world. When I got out, I called my granddad. He told me that he didn’t want anything to do with me. I asked to talk with grandma and he told me no, that she had nothing to say to me. I knew it was probably a lie and decided to just forget about them. For the next couple of years,. Jean in St. Barts with a bit of trepidation. This was my first trip to the island– something I’d been needing deep down in my soul for years. It had been a stressful few years, and I’d finally quit finding reasons why I shouldn’t go, stopped listening to the logical part of my mind that said the money would be better-spent elsewhere, and said the hell with it, packed a bag, and left for a week. I’d traveled light– a simple hiking pack with a week’s clothes, a book, and a camera in it. I’d buy. When I do this my inner mind would tell me that this is wrong. But I just made up my mind to manage it. Then I was waiting for an opportunity. I just took her sexy photos and masturbated. This continued for some months.Finally I got a good circumstance to propose my feeling because that day was my birthday and my mom came to my room to wish me. When she wished me and asked me what do you want for your birthday. I just replied that I want you mom, fully, as my dad took you. She just told me that. I felt Emily shift around on the bed so she could see what I was doing to her mother. I could not actually see her but I assumed that her face was very close to her mother’s pussy. I stuck two fingers deep into Lila and when I pulled them out coated with Lila’s juice, I directed my fingers to where I imagined Emily was and was rewarded by the virgin’s warm mouth cleaning them.I rolled Lila over onto her back and Em scrambled out of the way. The young mother’s legs were spread wide as my body.