She cried out and bore down, squeezing my fingers, but we didn’t stop. I could feel my own orgasm boiling up at the sight of her ecstasy.She arched ...er back, her face turned up and her eyes closed. I licked up her neck as I strained against her fingers, pushing towards my own end. Sweat slicked our bodies. Panting hard, I felt myself building higher than we’d ever gone. The squeezing around my fingers became a rhythmic pulsing and I felt my own pleasure crest.Straining together, we kissed with. They all keep an ear and eye out for anything that may affect me.”Mac gulps, “Hell, your combined intelligence network must be big.”I smile, “Yes, it is! Especially when I add in the man who doesn’t exist in Washington.” Mac looks at me funny, but Diane’s eyes go wide. Hmm, interesting response by her, I wonder if she still does intelligence work for them. I smile, “Yes, Diane, I was given permission to let you know I know about the man I never speak to.” She laughs, and smiles.Mac turns to. Next, I made turkery or ham sandwhiches for them. Then I was just getting them what they needed and watching the poker game. I think they liked having an audience. Another round of shots,and this time they offered a $5 tip to join in, and I did. $5.00 worked for the 3rd round as well. I think the alcohol was making everyone feel more comfortable. Which may have encouraged Will to reach behind me and pat my ass. The others laughed, and then they followed Will's lead. This was the line that I was. "So Harold, you want to give me a ride in the bedroom, do you?" Yes, and the fact you love the idea of biking makes this even better, I mean it is so nice we share piano and now two things in common? I think that is great."You know Harold, we could pack a lunch in those saddle bags and a blanket too, have a nice picnic and make love, what do you think of Ella's idea?"And I am thinking, This is really great, my granny as my lover and she wants to have a romantic picnic.We went for many a ride on.