I lightly massaged the balls and moved up his shaft and started to stroke his impressive cock. I think he was nervous as he did not want to put his c...ck through the hole. He asked if I could join him, and without thinking I said yes. I quickly grabbed my clothes and shoes and ran naked between the two booths. When in there he pointed out he was married too and was very nervous doing this. He loved oral sex and his wife did not. My hands were massaging his dick as he told me this and. Sadly, my Suzuki crotch rocket was in the shop so we took my friend’s jeep instead and headed out. I was ready to party, get drunk, ride motorcycles, and get fucked in that order.When my friends and I had arrived at the club, it was packed because there was a biker’s convention going on in town. There was always a convention going on around my birthday and my dad would take me out there with him, but this time I wanted to celebrate differently and go to a bar. This particular bar was known to. Dawn had met some buddies in a local bar in her small town in Iowa, and they had just chilled out some, drinking beer and joking around. A terrible band started playing out of key on a stage and after a few dissatisfied murmurs from the crowd she and her friend Trista had got up and danced to liven the joint up. Trista was a good-looking young woman with a shapely slim body and long blonde hair.They were the only ones on the dance floor and were, if not drunk, getting that way. Despite this. " A delicate question for you, Sis. Can I try to come on your feet?"She tried to be decisive, although doubts raged through her mind. "Of course, you can." She made a joke. "You're a wounded warrior. It's all in the name of recovery and rehabilitation, isn't it?" He was hunching now, his penis hard, rubbing against her thigh, his mouth, hot as he kissed and caressed her feet.Bob found his penis with his hand and pulled it out of his boxer shorts and resumed sucking on her toes and hunching.