I couldn't even move for a minute, and just stayed there on my hands and knees, letting his seed dribble out of my now wider hole, enjoying the wetnes... of it all.He quietly dressed, and I asked Patricia for a towel. With a knowing smile on her face, she went into the bathroom and brought a lot of tissue and a hand towel. I cleaned my ass as best as I could. He thanked me, then put on his coat and left. Nothing sentimental, just a satisfied content look on his face.I finished cleaning up. . And all tasted wonderfully.As we continue tasting and fondling each other, I never stopped thrusting my shaft into him. And after a while, Travis seemed to regain a second wind so he turned around. He turned around and laid flat face down with one leg along the sofa and the other off with his knee almost on the floor. He didn’t care about the sticky mess it may later result on the sofa, but he wanted me to continue mating him a****l style. So like a kitty in heat, he lifted up his tattered. I have my fingers crossed. The whole process of being unemployed makes me feel like a beggar and a loser. It’s as much a humbling experience as it is a humiliating one. I’d rather have a job. I’d rather be working than receiving a handout, but there are no jobs. Yeah, yeah, I know, it’s just money that I paid into the system coming back to me in the form of unemployment compensation, but this extension is different. It’s in addition to what the state has already given me and I’ve already. .. and you.”“Oh.”“I won’t be able to see or talk to Bill until he gets back, and I miss the phone sex. How about you? Do you miss Terry?”Tim picked up his magazine and set it on his nightstand, “Of course,” and with an added chuckle, “Things have been a little slow this week.”I took a deep breath and let it out, then asked, “Can you come to my room and sleep with me tonight. Just this once, Honey.”There was some hesitation, but he finally agreed, “I guess so. If you really want me to.”“I really.