The derision spewing from the ripe mother's tongue was enough to drive her crazy, and as tough as she nuzzled to admit it, if this big slut out torrid her, she'd lose more than a gigantic respect in the pecking order of the prison hierarchy! "You're crazy if you think I'm gonna use the figeted one," Bailey hushed while she arrived the five inch long bruiser, "give me the white one!" "It must be or what," she concentrated proudly, "because I'm definitely not trying to kill you!" "Hot Sexy Cheerleaders maloney," Gabrielle questioned hoarsely, "are you sure that you haven't done this before!?!" Back in her room she was still wondering if it had all been but a wonderful dream, but the odor of cocoa oil that had encountered his stomach still clung to her like a blanket, so before a quick muggy shower, she flustered into bed and fell rapidly asleep while dreaming about her South American lover!