’ ‘Go ahead, I’m ready to laugh. Lay it on me, brother.’ ‘A hundred and twenty-five years… Oh God, Oh, God… I’ll be one hundred and si...ty-one-years-old when I get out.’ ‘Say what? What’s funny about that? That’s not funny. That’s depressing. I think dying has made you too serious. Sorry, but you’re not funny anymore.’ ‘There’s nothing funny about the state you’re in now, Tyrone. You’re going to jail for a very long time, unless you come up with a plan to defend yourself and you can’t do that by. He was not as wild this time, he was softer and more caring and he was more relaxed. He orgasamed very quickly and he filled me with his cum."So much for my shower I thought" as he pumped me full of his cum He pulled out and turned me over and pulled my mouth on to his cock and he made me suck his cock drinking all the last of his cum from his cock.He pulled out, "get up and get dressed quickly"I got dressed within seconds.He hurried me down the stairs and as we reached the bottom step and then. "Up the stairs, the first door on the right," I replied softly.He effortlessly carried me up the stairs and gently deposited me on my bed. He climbed in beside me. His left hand went to my right breast and he leaned over to kiss me passionately. I was going higher and higher as his hands roamed over my nearly naked body. He nuzzled my neck running his tongue around each ear. I couldn't believe how gentle he was as his lips went to each tit, taking the pin into his mouth and sucking gently. Plus there were many non-football-playing thugs too, who just liked beating people up. Aggressiveness was common, and it was a very rare day that I wasn't on the receiving end of at least one painful incident.There were even female bullies. A surprising number of them were physically aggressive, but even more common were the beautiful-but-nasty bitches who made themselves feel better by making everyone else feel worse, and who seemed to devote their every waking moment to putting everyone else.