They weren't biker leathers but soft and close fitting, fashion leathers really, but it's not a speed bike and i just really loved to wear full leathe...; never been able to understand why, but the smell, the feel and even the sound, i find stimulating to feel and see.Tracey kept commenting on them and pulling my leg yet seemed intrigued and was often stroking them to 'see what they were like'. After an hour or so i was about to go and Tracey asked me to stay for dinner, 'in fact' she said, 'why. Again, your intuitiveness is amazing. She knowsI’m too much of a gentleman and love her too much to accuseher of cheating, so I say nothing, but accept her rubbingher slimy muff in my face. I guess that’s her way ofletting me know, in a subtle way, I’m not man enough to sexher like her real studs.”“You’re right Norman. It’s also her way of signalingyou that she needs and loves you, even though she’s fuckingother men. Plus Norman, think of all. It being a Friday, things went late.I knew that my sister's daughter Melissa had just turned 14, and this confirming detail from my online correspondent was exciting -- but this was the first I'd heard about a daughter from my correspondent. I knew I had to be very careful and not show any knowledge of details of her life that she hadn't yet "revealed" to me in her emails to me -- otherwise she might come to suspect that I wasn't the total stranger she thought I was.So anyway, she explained. I realized that telling lies and being someone else was the only thing I had ever been good at. Also for the first time in my life I felt like I was doing some good. It was quite a break through for me.I realized that people actually cared what I did for a change. People also depended on me for a change. Best of all people had lived and died because of me. Now that was power no one ever though I would have, least of all me.When time came I made the long drive to the CC. It was a lot of miles.