Go to his house

You sit the drivers license on the car seat, and open up the road atlas. Finding the area for the prison, you look at the area until you find Rural route 35. Tracing the line, you see if you take the road to the interstate that after about a third of the way there should be a right going into RR35. Putting the atlas down, you start the engine, and get back onto the road heading for the crossroads.

You take the turn heading out to the interstate following it till you find the turn. Making the right, you start down RR35, and after twenty miles you find 1234. Pulling off into the gravel drive way, you slow down, turning off the headlights. You pull up seeing a porch light, looking around you don’t see any other cars.
Slowly picking your way through the cluttered front yard, you creep up to the single story house. Trying the door knob, finding it unlocked, you push it slowly open taking care for it not to creek.

Like a ghost you enter the living room. Silently closing the door you look around. Upon an entertainment center you see a dozen candle that have gone out. You enter the kitchen to find a romantic dinner gone cold on the table. Reaching down you pick up a cold piece of pot roast and try it, despite being cold it was very tasty. Thirsty, you open the refrigerator and see a six pack of Miller Lite, taking a can you open it.

Walking back into the living room, you sit down on the couch enjoying your first beer since going to prison.
After finishing your beer you decide to get down to business and look for a suit case. You look in the Living room, Pantry, and laundry room, not finding anything you move farther back into the house. Moving down the hallway you see the door to the master bedroom is halfway open .

You stop, all thought of luggage vanquished as you stare at bare alabaster skin. Remembering the picture you found, you fight back a groan as your cock hardens in your pants. You move to the master bedroom looking around, taking the scene in. On the floor you see some discarded lingerie, in addition against the far wall you see a smashed picture frame, and a small gold ring.

Bringing you gaze back to the woman your mouth begins to water. She’s partially on her stomach having kicked the covers off. Miles of creamy skin stretch out before you, and although you can’t see her pussy her ass appears to be world class. Her Face was a study in perfection from her high eyebrows, to perfect nose, and her mouth was made for sin.

You stand there shaking, your animal instincts telling you to take this woman, when....