It was too hard. He couldn't move it the slightest bit.Kim saw this. "Oh, God, you're much too big for me. You'll kill me. Please let me go, please!" ...on't' worry, bitch," Rod replied, as he got back down on top of her. "You'll take what I've got, and you'll thank God for every inch of it. You're about to find out what a real man can do for a woman. And look at your excuse for a husband. He's harder than he was before. It looks like it takes the sight of a real man to turn him on. All right,. In between talking we kissed with care and consideration. And we enjoyed the experience of feeling our collective cum seep around our bodies. Gail’s embrace kept me deep inside her vagina. She didn’t want me to move. My weight resting on her was not a concern. So we enjoyed our post coital recovery together. I have no idea how long we remained locked together like that, but it was for some time. Simultaneously both of us felt my cock begin its resurrection. I certainly had no control over it.. Once in a while she would need a ride to her job. So, one night she called me and asked if I could take her into work. I was off and told her I would gladly give her a ride. It was bright and early when i pulled into the driveway and beeped my horn.Soon after, she walked out in her usual leggings and a nice top exposing her tanned cleavage. She opened the door and sat down. We had the usual conversation about her boyfriend somehow screwing her over. I was in my basketball shorts and t-shirt.. Both jobs required a strong back and a weak mind. On better days, the pod was allowed yard time. Usually an hour in the fresh air and sunshine. That is unless it was raining. Then we got a poncho made from a garbage bag. But any time outside was fine. It gave you a break from the noise of the jailhouse. Which was constant, loud, and vulgar.I was sitting in the common room of the pod watching an incomprehensible tv show. It seemed to be about various groups of people arguing about the parentage.