What had I accomplished when I ‘hit the road, Jack’?I’d traveled 38,000 miles through thirty-six states and up into one Canadian province. I’d...been to national parks and monuments, and some of the most beautiful and romantic places in the U.S. Most of them alone. In the not-alone times, I’d had seven lovers ranging in age from nineteen to fifty-five. But most of them had been for only a night or two.What was the point?A Year and a Half Ago: It’s About the JourneyI remember the first night I. She was dripping juice and my face was soon covered. My tool was begging for relief and as I licked her hole and clit I shot my wad deep into Angela's throat. Angela carried on sucking my tool and until I went soft. I lay back on the bed to recover and she slid off the bed and went to her bedside cabinet. She took out her favourite vibrator and smoothered her arse and pussy with lube. My cock was starting to show signs of life again as I gently pulled my foreskin backwards and forwards over my. If he hadn’t busted off one earlier, that would have been the end of him but he held on tight. He started smacking that ass and reached around to her breasts. He pulled her tits and twisted them with his dark fingers and she encouraged him to do it harder. “Pull my fucking nipples mother fucker. Make them hurt. Slap them. Ohhh, it feels so good.”Heather was fucking him back extraordinarily hard, grunting and snorting like a crazed animal. “I need what every filthy white slut can’t get. Jen will probably tell you how chivalrous I was with them, but it took some will power. I loved Shirley so much that when she finally made love to me, I almost died. It was absolutely divine. Then when this cute little urchin got involved with us, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. And since, my life has just gotten better. I do think you’re beautiful, and would make an amazing partner in making love, but I’m not an uncontrollable horny bastard that will push you into anything. Won’t.