She smiled at me as she stood the motorcycle on its side stand and got off. She glanced at my crotch quickly and her smile widened slightly."Get on," ...he said. "I'll be right behind you." I swung a leg over the saddle, settling onto the seat, and she got on behind, pressing her breasts into my back. Was it my imagination, or did I feel her nipples harden as they touched me? She encircled my waist with her arms, holding tighter than seemed necessary."I am ready when you are," she said, her voice. I said yes. Can i see it he said...i said well ok...so i unzipped my shorts and pulled it out and he came over to me and asked if would touch his cock. so i agreed and he started pre cumming immediately which i never saw before and was aroused big time at this point. he asked if i had played with any of the boys in the neighborhood before and i said yes and do often with a few of them and told him about some of the guys i played with and what we would do . next thing i know he put the head of. He checked the return email address: it was internal to DHS. He checked the IP address: it, too, was in a block of numbers that were assigned to DHS. But when he checked the email address, it didn't exist on any DHS server, and the IP address was not in use. And what was with the 'Dr. Myrowitz?' His doctorate came from the Advanced Information Sciences Academy at the CIA facility in Dunbarton, North Carolina. That information didn't exist anywhere that he knew of. Nobody even was supposed to. I thought I was alone a first and would actually get a moment of peace. Then, I noticed the was someone leaning against the back wall. He was this tall, thin white guy with a curly-haired mohawk with a cigarette sticking out of his mouth. He smiled at me and smiled back before realizing that I still had my ears covered.“Not your kind of music?” he asked with a smile.“Uh, not really,” I said as I lowered my hands.“Yeah, I can tell,” he replied, looking me up-and-down.I was wearing a striped polo.