It felt sooo good and tight that in just a couple of minutes I flooded his ass. Just as quickly he got onto the back seat pulled up his pants and said..." You need to get that washed..." I had no idea what he was talking about until I looked down and saw cum and shit over my still hard cock.I mumbled something like "It's not a problem I'll wash later..." feeling rather uncomfortable because I was with a stranger, a man at that, and because I had performed (I guessed from his perspective) so badly. Solitude tends to promote deep thought, and it was certainly true for Terry. Much of his thought centered around his parents. Perhaps it was due to loneliness that he would not admit to, but he began having second thoughts about his total rejection of them. He honestly did not want to ever see them again, but his quiet hours were troubled by guilt. Perhaps it was his moral obligation to at least communicate with them.He had just about decided to meet with his folks when Julie and Glen visited. Everything had stopped. I walked out of my house and went next door. I rang the bell (just to make sure). Nothing happened. I opened the door and quietly walked in. Near the door there was a table and her cat was jumping off. The cat was stuck in mid air. I guess it really worked. I walked upstairs looking for Samantha. I found a closed door and opened it. It was the bathroom. There right in front of me Samantha with her back to me. She had her hands up to her head tying her hair back. She was. "Your cock is mine now, you better be a good boy and give me what I want." I will, sweetie, I will--fuck." Yeah? What do I want?" She rode harder."My cum, you want my load, I'm gonna give you the biggest fucking load." That's a good boy." You gotta slow down, I don't wanna cum right away." Oh yeah?" She rode quicker, grinding down into me."You'll cum if I want you to. I can make you cum whenever I want, can't I?" Yes, yes, fuck yes, you can."I gripped one of her ass cheeks as she kept riding.