"His hand was a blur and then he threw his head back, growled and then looked down at me as his cock exploded across my face. He wasn't lying about ha...ing a big load for me. He let loose with wave after wave of white cream, covering my face and hair. He slowed down his strokes and lightly slapped my face with his spent erection."Fuck, that was awesome," he said. "Were you serious about that gangbang next week because I would absolutely love a crack at your ass?"I sat there covered again in cum. The owner and Marty came to an understanding quickly. It was based on Marty’s willingness to pay for the overnight storage of our bikes in the motel’s utility room. Marty did consult with me before he agreed to accept just the one room. ‘The room does have two beds, but if you prefer your own room, we can keep going.’ ‘Marty, if you wanted to rape me, there were lots of lonely pieces of road between Wrightsville and here. Besides a bodyguard is more effective if they are in the same room.’. But, he reminded himself, California was the new Sodom and there was no limit to these Americans' depravity."Well, yeah. But naturally I'm not too hot on the men-men stuff. After all, I've been close, fucking close, close enough to touch and feel the heat, but it's not something I can really understand. Not really truly. Though I have written a couple of poems about it. You know, from a woman's point of view. But girl-girl. Well, that's another matter. I used to get so much inspiration from my. “no sweetheart Debs at home, we only popped in to wait for a mate” was my nice reply. Dee was dressed in a tight pair of black jeans, white blouse and you could just make out the black bra beneath her blouse. As Dee carried on with selling her tickets, I noticed her husband at the far end of the pub with his two sons having a family drink.As Dee moved away one of the lads asked” fuck who’s the MILF Mick”. “She’s an old neighbour and good friend of debs” I answered.My eyes followed Dee’s.