A scowl crossed the biker's face. He saw the old man's lack of fear as an outright challenge. He was not used to being ignored. Standing 6'4" and w...ighing 300 lbs., he would have been imposing under normal circumstances. The black leather and chains that he wore did nothing to diminish that. His head was shaved, but he wore a long beard. There were several tattoos visible. From his right shoulder to his elbow, were the letters K-I-L-L-E-R, drawn to look as if they were carved in his arm. I went back to her room with the bottle in hand. I already knew Veronica was a hard sleeper and the fact that she was drunk pretty much assured me she was out for the night. I just didn't want to be in a position of her saying she had done her duty and let me fuck her and me not having some sort of argument in return. I'd played around with drunk chicks before and knew it could take a lot to wake them up, if at all, sometimes. I decided to go for it.Gotta love those skirts, just slide it up. Celeste sat up to greet me with a very nice tongue kiss. She was an amazing deep kisser and very encouraging and handsy, but not awkwardly. We kissed for I don't remember how long but I eventually worked my way down her neck and to her amazingly well done tits that I had been fondling quite a bit. I lowered the straps of her nightie down over her shoulders exposing her pencil eraser nipples and licked them and sucked them into my mouth...she had her hand on the back of my head pulling me into. Michele felt completely feminine; at that moment the remnants of her malealter-ego 'Mike' disappeared. She was a woman who wanted the man standingbefore her. She tried rationalising her feelings; being Davey's concubinewas a better prospect than being forced to work in the prison brothel; butdeep inside she knew it was more than that. She had become Michele; she wasMichele, and she wanted to be Michele all the time, and to be with Davey."Yes Davey," Michele's whisper was barely audible, "take.