Candy goes back to Meat.

Candy washed her hands at the kitchen sink as she watched Andy's car drive away, making sure that her husband was really gone before she went back down the hall toward the guest bedroom. She gave two quick knocks to the closed door before she opened it a little and poked her head in. "I'm back," she said with a little grin, relieved that her guest hadn't been discovered. "Did you find anything that fit you?" As the blond peeked into the room, she saw that Meat had emptied out the donation bags on the bed, heaps of clothing spread from one end of the bed to the other. She was surprised how much younger the homeless man looked after a hot shower, shave and a clean set of clothes.

Meat was glad to see Candy return but shrugged as he sat on the end of the bed wearing a too-baggy brown t-shirt, a pair of red gym shorts and a pair of tennis shoes. "Found a pair of sneakers that ain't too bad," he said, and lifted a foot for Candy to see. "Everything else in here seems like it belonged to a really fat guy or to some midgets. All too big or too small. Nothing just right for me." He thought for a moment the nodded down to his chest, adding, "I did like this shirt though." The brown shirt was probably two sizes too large for the tall skinny black man, but the front had a Burger King logo on it with the words 'Home of the Whopper' written underneath.

Candy blushed as he showed the shirt to her, her mind quickly moving to the whopper between his legs as he knew it would. "It's.. fitting," she said, trying not to smile too wide. "What about the shorts? It looks like you found a pair that fit."

"Around my waist? Yeah, they fit," Meat replied with a laugh as he stood up from the bed, "But they're a lil' short in the leg for me." Smiling, he lifted the bottom of his baggy shirt to show Candy the red gym shorts, showing her that though he had tied the waistband string tight enough to fit him, but it looked as though he had hidden a pair of oranges in the front and that long dark cock hung halfway out one leg of the shorts, his fat cockhead almost down to his knee. "Don't you think?"

"Oh my..." Candy stared at the dark monster that ran down his thigh, able to really get a good look at it of the first time. "I do see what you mean." Candy stood several feet away from Meat, tilting her head to the side as she softly nibbled on her lower lip. "Couldn't you just..." She looked up from his cock and made a lifting motion with her hands, "You know... tuck it up there?"

As Candy was giving his exposed cockmeat a thorough look-over, Meat was admiring her body as well, impressed with how perky her huge breasts were. Without her bra on, he could see that the massive mounds sloped down to the peaks of her still-stiff nipples, but seemed to have little sag. The longer he looked her over, the more he could feel his thick shaft swell, inching down out of the shorts. "I din't try no tucking," he laughed in response, "but I can guarantee that it'd just fall back out soon as I moved. There's a good reason I ain't owned a pair of shorts in a long time."

Candy thought she saw the dark brown flesh pillar twitch as she watched it and she felt her kitty twinge in response. "M-Maybe a pair of underwear," she suggested as she swallowed nervously. "It might help... contain it." Even as she said it, Candy felt a pang of regret, feeling like hiding Meat's colossal shaft in a pair of underwear would be like hiding a piece of fine art in a closet.

He watched Candy's eyes, grinning as she seemed to never let his swollen black cock leave her gaze. "I never wear underwear either," he said with amusement. "Too restrictive. An' there ain't any that got donated anyways," he said as he gestured toward the piles of clothes on the bed.

As much as Candy would have enjoyed letting Meat's meat swing free, she knew that they would have to find something for him to wear so he could leave before Andy or AJ came back home. The towering black man was close to a foot taller than her husband, but she thought that may have close to the same waistline. Thinking it over, she finally broke her eyes away from the black man's crotch and looked to his face. "Why don't you come upstairs with me and we'll see if we can't find something better in Andy's closet? It might be a little tight, but there might be something there you can fit into."

"Sounds good to me," Meat said with a smirk as he followed Candy out of the room, his eyes following her juicy ass as she lead him upstairs to her and her husband's bedroom. As he watched those perky butt cheeks bounce with each step she took, he thought that he'd love to try fitting into something nice and tight once they got up there.