Where can I leave them for tonight?" asked Tess. "I'll just leave them on the veranda," said Drew as he hoisted a large carton containing the plants f...om the trunk of the vehicle. He ushered them inside and took them down to the bedroom to drop their bags. "Drew the house looks wonderful, you have been a busy boy," Tess remarked as they all went back towards the living room, "The floors are so shiny!" Drew went to the kitchen and put the rice he'd cooked earlier into the microwave oven to. They grabbed a rather large box and began walking it up to the front door. I couldn’t image what my wife had ordered but I soon realized that the guy in the rear was the same guy who’s dick I had sucked a couple of weeks ago. I had only wished that I could shrink and disappear but that fantasy was instantly erased by the knock on the door and the shit-eating grinning on his face. I went to the front door and opened it up. “Hey, little buddy! How you doing man? I told you I’d have another. I work four nights a week till 11PM, but I am home by 4PM every Wednesday, and she would get home just after five. We’d fallen into a habit of having sex when she got home, for an hour or so. It is our evening to get connected again. We live in a small duplex, and if you walk in from the back door, you could stand there and see into every room. So on Wednesday we were on our bed enjoying each other. I was on my back and Susie was between my legs sucking my dick. I had my eyes closed, enjoying. He started stroking his cock in and out of my mouth, the head punching against the entrance to my throat each time. "Fuck yeah! You are a great cocksucker, whiteboy." I could only grunt in affirmative. "You are a natural, faggot. You were born to suck cock. Ahhhh, yeah! You suck dick like you been doing it all your life. Oh, hell yeah. That's right whiteboy. Suck my big black cock! Damn that feels so good. Time to take more."With that, his next stroke didn't stop when his head reached my.