I was on top of him, taking him missionary for our first time on this loooong night. His legs were lifted in the air by my hands as I pushed my cock e...er deeper. I groaned in delight as it was as tight as it always had been, embracing my shaft as it was the perfect sheath. “Oh Andrew! Still so tight, like every time!” I moaned, arcing my back – trying to shove more of my genitalia into his tunnel.He rewarded me with one of his howls, arcing his back. That is when I knew I had him, my grin. By the time I was done with my meeting with the parole officer he had told Eliza that he would come home with us for a while. I told him, that we had things to do, maybe another time, maybe? But he insisted, and got into the car beside my wife. Again the fear came flooding back. I went cold. Eliza was very quiet too. Reluctantly, we agreed to take him home with us. I felt humiliated by the fact that Adabisi had again scared me into letting him use my wife again. As we entered our house I had a. The effects of the pot increased the exquisite sensation a hundredfold. Carla paused for a moment and gazed lustfully at my throbbing penis, glistening with her spittle. Her mouth was open and a little string of drool fell onto the head. Pre-cum surged from the tip and she would suck the excess as it pooled around the tiny hole in the center. My need was urgent now. I wanted to ejaculate in the worst way. ‘Suck it! Suck it hard!’ I implored. Carla’s head resembled a piston as her lips flew up. We had sat away from everyone else and all the while J kept turning our conversation back to what we had did the night before. Saying we should try it again later and I said it felt like a Cadillac was in my ass, we both laughed. When we got back to his house, it was obvious he was thinking about nothing but fucking me again by the big hard on bulge in his sweat pants. We had just gotten in the door and he was behind me, thrusted his hard against my ass and laughed. We began to wrestle a bit.