It was not out of the question and the door was wide open. Feeling like a trapped animal, my heart was beating fast and tears began to form in my eyes... How had I gotten into this? What had I done or said that would make him think I would allow him to do this?My reactions and self-examination didn't stop his hand. In spite of my hand trying to stop his, it had very slowly continued its advance up my leg. He suddenly reached the top of my stockings and his hand hit my bare leg. "O-o-o-o-h." His. 'She's full of surprises.'Kayla answered, "I'll go see Chloe. Ever since she moved to Atlanta she's been begging me to spend some time with her." I wish you had told me this earlier. We could have been going to Atlanta together."Knowingly, Kayla told him, "Honey, we both know how bored you'd have been." Then she added mischievously, "Don't worry about me. I'm sure Chloe and I will find something to get into. It'll be like old times."At the time, her intentions were actually quite innocent.. My briefs followed. My cock was kind of semi hard at this point. I put it down to nerves and started rubbing it in unison with George. If there was a gold medal for synchronised wanking, George and I would probably have won. I could feel my cock now getting harder. ‘Good boy,’ I thought. Turning to face George again I noticed he was well away now. Lost in his own fantasy world. His hand was moving almost faster than I could see. ‘So much for a slow start then,’ I thought. He was sitting back. “Welcome,” I said rising to shake his hand. “I’m John.”He shook my hand and mumbled something which I didn’t understand. “You’re the guy who got out after twenty years?” he asked.“Yeah, how long were you in for?” I asked.“I did eight, but I didn’t do it,” he said.“Well, we are not about guilt or innocence here, we are about helping each other come home. I mean really come home. The bus ride didn’t really do it.” I said.He just nodded and moved to the coffee pot. He come in and sat down. He was.