Cy was an old inmate. I do not mean he had been around for a long time, though he had. When I say old, I mean, he had seen many years of his life go by. Not coincidentally, he had seen many of them go by at the Nebraska State Penitentiary. Cy had originally begun his incarcerated time in the Old Cell House, prior to the construction of the Nebraska State Penitentiary. He was in for murder, and conspiracy to commit murder, and he would continue to serve his life sentence until he perished. That time appeared to be coming soon.
You would not know it by looking at the sweet old man, particularly when you had to call the hospital for an emergency breathing treatment, but once upon a time he and his wife were swingers. The multiple crimes resulted from the stalking neighbor lady that just could not get enough of old Cy. Apparently, she went a little Psycho and Fatal Attraction on him, so Cy and his wife made plans to get rid of her.
Normally, we would just send him to the NSP clinic, which is located in the upper floor of the administration building, but his lips were blue and we did not want to take a chance that he would not make it across the yard. He was 88-years old after all. We called for a wheelchair. Cy did not want it. It was degrading to his dignity. He declared that he would not go. I asked him if he would allow me to talk to the officers providing his escort to see if they could just follow him with the wheelchair, and that was acceptable to him.
“My neighbor in the next cell is in because he and his girlfriend wanted the Avon lady to participate in their kinky activities so much, they abducted and raped her. Now there is a fantasy-visual permanently engraved on the back of my retinas.”
About the only thing that pisses off Cy anymore is when a good cell neighbor moves to a single-cell in another unit. It was not as if he would miss them, his concern only had to do with who might move in as his replacement. There goes the neighborhood.
I have had the typical underwear dreams while sitting in class, even though I know that nobody forgets to wear clothes to school, I would frequently catch myself sitting in class without pants. The most frequently recurring type of dream I have these days is the one where I pose as a dentist and give some poor unsuspecting large-breasted blonde with a short-white skirt too much numbing. Of course, the dental chair tips way back like most. I simply lift up the skirt (no panties of course) to reveal a freshly-waxed snapper, spread her deeply-tanned legs, and try to push my face inside. After an hour or so of licking and sucking, I fuck it like crazy.
“Because in life, vaginas vibrate.”
You would not know it by looking at the sweet old man, particularly when you had to call the hospital for an emergency breathing treatment, but once upon a time he and his wife were swingers. The multiple crimes resulted from the stalking neighbor lady that just could not get enough of old Cy. Apparently, she went a little Psycho and Fatal Attraction on him, so Cy and his wife made plans to get rid of her.
Normally, we would just send him to the NSP clinic, which is located in the upper floor of the administration building, but his lips were blue and we did not want to take a chance that he would not make it across the yard. He was 88-years old after all. We called for a wheelchair. Cy did not want it. It was degrading to his dignity. He declared that he would not go. I asked him if he would allow me to talk to the officers providing his escort to see if they could just follow him with the wheelchair, and that was acceptable to him.
“My neighbor in the next cell is in because he and his girlfriend wanted the Avon lady to participate in their kinky activities so much, they abducted and raped her. Now there is a fantasy-visual permanently engraved on the back of my retinas.”
About the only thing that pisses off Cy anymore is when a good cell neighbor moves to a single-cell in another unit. It was not as if he would miss them, his concern only had to do with who might move in as his replacement. There goes the neighborhood.
I have had the typical underwear dreams while sitting in class, even though I know that nobody forgets to wear clothes to school, I would frequently catch myself sitting in class without pants. The most frequently recurring type of dream I have these days is the one where I pose as a dentist and give some poor unsuspecting large-breasted blonde with a short-white skirt too much numbing. Of course, the dental chair tips way back like most. I simply lift up the skirt (no panties of course) to reveal a freshly-waxed snapper, spread her deeply-tanned legs, and try to push my face inside. After an hour or so of licking and sucking, I fuck it like crazy.
“Because in life, vaginas vibrate.”
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