I thought he would cum on her belly like I did, but no! He moaned like the horse he is and shoot his loads so far away! It flew passed her belly hitti...g her tits, all over her face, the bed it's self above her head... For fuck sake it almost hit me! And I was more than 3 feet away (almost 1 meter).I had to pull my chin back up because I was so amazed! She was laughing joyfully and stated: "You don't even have to pay me! Seriously, just pay my cab."Seriously, the hooker refused our money! She. I got the pool up and running, the lawnmower doing its weekly routine, and had started to think about interesting trips I could take with the airplane.We’d had a reasonably sane and low drama relationship for many months at this point but that changed over one of our four-day weeks.Monday morning I was working in my office in the afternoon expecting Ashley and Chris to come in. I had missed them in the morning dropping off their overnight bags, but if they’d been late for class I could see them. Apparently Scott hadn't been the only one punching the ole punching bag. His dad's beer belly was almost gone, and every sense I had told me he was a much healthier person than he had been before.Even Tracy, Scott's sister, looked different, but for some reason I still had trouble recalling her image from before, so that might have had something to do with it too.Just before they left, I remembered what Scott had asked me about her at the beginning of the school year and did a quick scan of her. Amber just looked up a little glassy eyed, but with smile on her face. “Hey, who are you calling a jack ass there, buddy?” “Well, first I’m not your buddy and second, I only see one jack ass here and that’s you, so I must be talking about you.” The inebriated photographer had given up on getting laid anyway, so with a bevy of obscene superlatives, he left the bar. The dashing, young man looked into Amber’s face and saw the soul of an angel. “Hi, I’m Bill Meyers,” he said. “Hello Bill Meyers.”.