”“Only pretty?”“Understatement but I wouldn’t want you to get a swollen head.”“Grrr! Goodbye, my Terry.”“Night night, my Grace.”Sa...urday was a success. Grace made Terry guess at the soup ingredients.“Curry powder.”“Go on.”“Oh come off it, Grace. All sorts of things. Mulligatawny.”“Well done! Something to keep the cockles warm as we venture out into autumnal weather.”Terry snorted. “Autumnal weather? It’s Indian summer and I don’t need to warm the cockles of my heart when I’m with you.”Grace’s. "Nice" I said, looking him in the eye "Three seconds." What?" he panted, breathless with expectation."I'm going to make that cock cum harder than ever before in three seconds."He looked confused as I sat back next to him, not having touched him yet.I loved the play of emotions across his face. Disbelief, questioning, frustration at being left in this state, all in matter of moments. He really had no idea what was going on, and I was loving the way it felt to see him sitting there, pants halfway. I wandered around the showroom, admiring the gleaming machines and marveling at the prices they commanded. I had no desire to ride one, but they were so expensive only rich and retired folks could afford a top end Harley with all the whistles and bells. Unbelievable!After a few minutes, Tusker came down the aisle and found me. I looked over at him and smiled. “Sell them?”He smiled back. “Two brand-new Softails, plus customization.” He made the universal sign for money, by rubbing his thumb. “You okay, honey?” she asked him as he drew nearer.“Yeah, no problem. A couple of assholes were bothering these two young ladies.”“Your son was, like, totally the knight in shining armour.” One girl said smiling up at Jack.“Hi, I’m Autumn and this is my sister Summer.” The other girl said as all three sat down next to Danielle. “Don’t ask about the names; our parents were so into the hippy thing.”Danielle and Jack introduced themselves and the four of them sat in silence for a moment. Danielle.