She pulled my briefs to one side so that my cock and balls were free. She took hold of my cock and stroked it as we kissed and I caressed her thighs. ... tried to get my hand inside her panties but she moved away. At first I was disappointed but hen she lowered her head to my lap and engulfed my cock in her mouth. Bonnie sucked on my cock and I instantly knew that she was a very accomplished cock sucker. I groaned loudly as she deep throated my 7+ inch cock and fondled my balls in her delicate. When I came back down, Jack was on my side, his arm over my back. I turned around and kissed him. As we kissed, I lazily played with his cock and balls. I find kissing after making love to be almost as intimate as the lovemaking itself. In some ways it's more intimate. You can't just lie there while kissing someone, you have to participate in it. We continued to kiss and I continued to fondle him. It was quiet, sensuous, romantic and above all, loving. When he was hard again, I rolled over so I. People foolishly advertised their quest to hunt me down, only to turn up dead a few hours later. That gave me a reputation and credibility that was almost ironclad.I was gaining notoriety and fast. I was the literal boogeyman. You didn’t see me, you never heard me, some didn’t even know if I existed or was just a myth perpetuated by a group of people to further their ends. The only thing people knew was that if you came in the crosshairs of the Bounty Hunter, you’d better say your last. It reeked of alcohol and smoke and I didn't even try to clean it up. I was lying naked in the cum stained bed at the apartment and smoking something from a pipe with a man who had entered the room 15 minutes before. He looked to be about 18 or 19 and he had just finished fucking me. I wasn't sure what time it was or how many men I had fucked that day, but I got an unbelievable buzz as I inhaled deeply for my third hit on the pipe and my energy came back for a short while, as I made my way back.