I hung up the burner cell that I used for her calls, checked my kit and headed out to catch the bus. First was the death of her sometime lover, the skinny blonde chick down the street. Sex Nothing. Her big tits jiggled and rolled, the nipples hard. She definitely was bored with the current dude and was always ready to get weird. Asking me to drop off packages, or make pick ups at the Greyhound station for her. Then it started to get really weird. A load of cum pulsed safely into the condom. It had been about 10 minutes since she last made a sound or responded to my thrusting. My orgasm began shuddering through me in a series of intense waves. She hadn’t sucked my cock, or even kissed me, so no DNA would be found in her mouth. I strolled down the street to a bus stop about a couple of miles away. It didn’t take me long to find it. I kept hooking up with her when he was out of town. I made a mental note of the relationship and her boyfriend’s reaction. She was already high and happy to sit back and wait for me.
