He stopped his little Ranger pickup in the alley behind the first Frat house on his route. He looked around the yard and smiled. The yard was covered ...with empty bottles, cans and plastic cups. Looks like I'm in luck, he thought. At least this Frat had a nice party last night from the looks of things. He hoped the rest of his stops were as messy as this one. If they were, he would have a more profitable day than normal.Sam grabbed a couple of large black trash bags and bailed out of his truck.. There was nothing I could really say in my defence, so I just took all she threw at me in the hope that she would forgive me. It took a while but eventually we started talking again. She changed the password for logging onto the computer so that I would be unable to use it without her there. That would be tough, but it wasnt as if we didnt have a great sex life because we did. However, coming home a few weeks later, I noticed her quickly clicking off a site. This happened on 2 other occasions. I put my fingers in my hot cunt for good measure and fingered myself.I noticed him as He groaned and bellowed and began feverishly jacking his dick...his eyes burning into my pussy watching me wank.not the porno....me!I felt a little uneasy about this.My eyes went to his dick and soon he cum, spurting out cum at me,some of it hit me and I felt a splash on my face !oh Fuck!I didn't know what to say to him.So I shrugged and wiped off his cum.I gave him a weak smile."sorry " I told him as I. I did not want to go fast. I wanted to go slowly. I wanted to feel every bit of her!! So I stroked myself slowly, imagining her moaning with a primal need to be pleasured and to know her desires fulfilled. My cock was a poor surrogate for the warmth and moisture that her secret path of pleasure would be and was in my mind. I raised the palm of my hand to my tongue.I tasted my own spit. There was the slight hint of stale piss and… yes, it was there too. The salty taste of my cum as it.