It was not the mind blowing sex of Trent but instead a feeling of belonging and of giving herself freely to him. The sex was exciting but perhaps "ful...illing" would have been a better word to describe it. She felt that now as if she were kissing the one man who could make her complete, who could elicit her true identity and make her safe and secure in who she was. She hated for the moment to end."You know we've talked about this and no one else will ever know. But you and I will know. I want. My next project, happened a couple of days later, on the weekend …I decided to hitch-hike, and see if this would lead to being picked up for sex, so I made sure I was dressed in my shorts, no undies, and ready to be seduced (I didn’t really think about the dangers in those days) so I stood on the side of a main road leading out of town and waited, thumb outstretched.I was picked up by an old gentleman, in a large car, and settled into the front seat, making sure I had left enough cock-room in. “Of course not,” I lied, terrified. “So, what are we waiting for? I’ve got her number right here,” said he, with a wink. The coarse fabric of his jeans tightened tantalisingly over his bulging genitals as he lay back to fish his mobile phone from his pocket. “When she finds out there’s two of us, she’ll be here quicker than you can say, ‘Dick!’ I hope you’re ready for this.” “Hell yeah,” I declared, laughing nervously, hoping my bravado would compensate for my nervousness. “Let’s spit roast the. I put a crucial question to my husband, “So if I did it with another guy, would you want to watch? Would it turn you on?”He looked very serious as he opened up his inner feelings, “I’m sure it would. While we were dating and I thought you were on a date with another guy, I used to lie in bed and jack off thinking about what you could be doing. And when we got naked together sometimes I’d think about another guy seeing you that way and doing what I was doing.”I reached for his cock in the hot.