I was very close and Roxy was going at it full force, although, lovingly but trying to pull my sex muscle out of my body and before anything damaging ...appened to my cock I began the last few humps in her face with deep groans and the flood gates opened up. I had not fucked or masturbated for longer than my balls usually took to fill up the reservoir and it showed as I began to ejaculate. I think, I squirted at least a dozen or more thick ropes of my brew and very expertly, Roxy took it all to. Ideally I’d have a sterile car for this job, but I didn’t have the budget of the CIA or the Mafia. Assumption of some risk. The target lived in an out of the way area off the Cambridge cops’ patrol routes, and was very close to the road I would be taking into the heart of the adjoining National Forest off Highway 30. The idea was to get clear of town without seeing anything with a blue light on it. I pulled over in the dark and changed shirts. My faded black Pink Floyd shirt went in the glove. Kent still was very much a frat boy, even though he had graduated from college, and most of his friends have moved on. After Kent graduated from college, he joined a finance firm. The job allowed him the money to keep up with his lifestyle and his attitude made him exceptionally gifted in dealing with customers. The thing was Kent couldn’t settle down. It wasn’t that he found the right woman, he had found the right woman a few times, but after a few nights together, Kent would fuck it. But I got increasingly frustrated.I had rubbed my clit raw.I fucked my pussy with a hair brush,a beer bottle,then plucked up the courage to get a vibrator in Anne Summers.That was excellent.But I missed cock.I misssed that cheating prat Matthew too.I needed a man,any man.So I hit craigslist.Matthew had looked before for swingers for us to meet when drunk a few times but I had chickened out.But I had looked through the singles adverts a few times since we split,to get a feel for things.I decided.