No less than 5 blasting hot ropes of cum came out. Each hitting me square in my face. Mouth agape, I tried best as I could to reacquaint my mouth to t...e head of his spurting cock. But the best I could do was to aim it's erupting head at my open mouth and drinking his fatherly brew. Even after the last string of jism blasted from his cock's head, more flowed on after down the underside of his shaft, over my still stroking hand. As he cock became overly sensitive, he pushed my hand from him and. He demanded that I take him to my room. Most likely he planned to hide out there until you left. I feared at that point that he would kill me, so as not to leave anyone who could identify him, so I refused.When he took his eye off me to check out the witnesses, I pulled my pistol and fired. He was looking at me and was trying to shoot me. I am not sure if he actually got a shot off or not. The sound of my own pistol filled my ears." So that's your statement," the detective asked."It is and I am. He stood by me looking down. I wished he would drop the towel, no I hoped he would. He looked down at me and said thank you. I knew he meant that he was thanking me for not making it worse on him the night before and causing him to die from embarrassment. "If you really want to thank me you will let me see it," I said shocked at my boldness. The look on his face was priceless. "I-I can't," he stammered. "Please, I really want to see it," I begged. He looked at me, sternly. "This is wrong," he. Alex had told me to call her on the Friday, and I had every intention of doing exactly that, but she started texting me the very next day. Nothing dramatic, just simple little things. ‘The party was fun’, ‘I had a good time’, ‘We should get together’. Nothing at all about our “alone time”. With every text I was feeling guilty. I wanted to get together with her again, but it seemed like anything that I did would look like I was just trying to get in her pants again. I was, but I didn’t want her.