Ben cried out and shot a long rope of cum up across my chest hitting me in the face.Opening my mouth I caught the second and third ropes. He was not k...*ding about his freakish cum loads. He kept shooting all over my face and beard till I was totally covered in luscious sperm. Settling down on my chest, he lapped away at the mess he made and fed it to me. This was a man I wanted to start a long relationship with. He told me he wanted to see me again.I had a the biggest smile on my face when I. Maybe she was thinking about the massage.At around 10pm, the bell rang. I got up and unlocked the door.“Hello Sir, Reception lady told me to come here for massage”, The man said.“Well yes, come in”, I responded.He came in and introduced himself as David. He was a in his late 40s, stocky but muscular. He wore a while lungi and T-shirt and carried a bag, which had all the things he needed for massage.Mansi was watching him with interest from a corner of the room as David laid a clean white sheet. "What am I being booked for? I wasn'tdriving."Officer Mercer just shrugged and walked away without answering me."You'll be booked pending charges," the black officer explained. "Andyou friend here will be booked for speeding."Brooks and I looked at each other. Again, the unspoken communicationbetween the two of us kicked in. The expression on Brooks' face saidwe were in deep doo-doo. I couldn't have agreed more."Look," the woman said, "the Judge will probably see you in just a fewminutes. Just. I guess for you it’s a place.”“Yeah, I think so. And even though I live with you, I call Dawsonville home. When you come to Milford, you never, ever say that you’re going home. You’re going to visit friends, not go home. I go home when I go to my house.”“But is it the place? Or the people? Is it that house and that town, or is it Red, Rose, Emily, Bill, Martha, and Old Man Jenkins?”She laughed, “I think it’s the place - it’s the swimming hole, the barn, the town, my house. Everything is like it.