"Damn, Jack thought, we're not gonna do it after all. But Janet wasn't quitting; she just reached down and tugged on his pants. "Come on," she said, "...step out of them. I'm not gonna have you get knocked out just when I need you." She tossed aside the slacks and yanked off his shoes and socks. "Ah, now where was I?"Jack stared down in amazement as she pursed her lips and slipped them over his swollen cockhead. She was really squeezing; it was like an incredibly tight pussy. The girl he thought. He turned on the news as soon as he got up to get the latest developments and learned of the assassination of President Julian. Well, he wasn't sworn in as president yet but the American people had elected him and Bill considered him the president. The first thing Bill did was call his son but he had just turned the news on too. Rob only watched for a few moments with Bill on the phone before he said, "Dad, I think we need to load up and get to the property. I will be there as quick as I can.". "You've got to get me out of this place, Mister Penrose. Two of the inmates have already tried to beat me up. They hate nonces in here." Aren't you in solitary?" Yeah, but the trusties are in on it. They sometimes forget to lock the cell doors after lunch and the violent scumbags get kudos for messing up the kiddie fiddlers." What happened with the girl?" When she got friendly, I just legged it. I've never been one for touching." Why did she say otherwise, Chalky? Her description of her. She reminded Billy Bob of how many times he'd been between her legs and she still loved her husband. Actually even more because he was OK with letting go once a year like this. Marybelle was in her late thirties and this would be her eleventh year at the camp. Since there were always some changes in the roster of guys attending, she'd fucked probably twenty or twenty five different cocks during that time. She was plump and blond and a squealer. If a guy had a smaller dick she'd take it up her.