When he was gone, I realized that I was pretty thristy, and really exhausted. But I didn't have much time to think about that, as he was back right aw...y. I heard a drawer being opened and closed again. Then, he sat down on the bed again and said "Here you are, I hope you like it." I finally opened my eyes again, sitting up on my elbows, taking a glass out of his hands. The contents were a sparkling pinkish fluid, and I quickly drank it down. It tasted like some kind of Vokda Red Bull. "Ah, I. " He carried on packing more of our food into baskets and preparing jugs of water for the trip. I imagined that Josh was great at doing indoor stuff, such as cooking and cleaning, much like a woman would. I suppose it may have had to do with the fact that his fathrr passed when he was young, so he was raised mainly by his mothrr, or at least that's what Billy was explaining to me inside the supply shop. Billy seemed to be his only male role model, or that I was aware of anyways. Pretty soon we. It was so weird to feel all that slippery cum in her cunt as I pushed my throbber into her slit. I'd never done anything like this before and the feeling of other men's cum coating my dick as I humped Carlota was just so strange. It didn't stop me from adding my own a minute later though. I guess having all those white dudes watching me fuck my wife and knowing that they'd be doing other stuff to her after me was some kind of kinky turn on for me. When I came I tried to blast as much cum into. Things were about to change.On this particular night John's job required extra work on a balky machine that kept him from leaving his job at 5PM, he called Tracy and asked her to stay later than six. "I promise to drive you home," he said before returning to work. The night had gone longer than he expected and the rain that fell made his drive home even slower than he would have liked.Upon arriving at home John rushed up the path to the front door and quickly let himself in. Cursing the weather.