Mike packed water-proofs, an old leather jacket and gloves he thought would not be too big for Abigail and a spare helmet in a tank-bag and set off fo... her home.It needs to be said that the bike was elderly. Okay, it'd been rebuilt and was in perfect condition, but it was still ... a 1952, plunger-framed AJS 500cc single-cylinder machine. Something, in other words, to make an enthusiast's eyes gleam, but definitely not glamorous.On arrival, he was not entirely unsurprised to be greeted by Mr.. Lynda felt her muscles relax, then draw tight again as they stretched as wide as they could. Pete leaned in harder and the muscles tore. Then Pete's massive cock-head was inside her, filling her until she felt the need to shit as she never had before. Lynda couldn't draw a breath with the massive ball of flesh buried inside her asshole. She jerked and bucked around even under the restraining hands of a dozen strong men. The pain tore her and burned her at the same time, until it felt as though. My cunt started to burn and I was terrified I would wee myself, eventually he drove his fingers harder into me with renewed energy and my orgasm burst through me. My tummy clenched and my legs juddered as the glorious sensations wracked through me.My arm ached beyond words but the sensation of her cunt muscles clutching at my fingers as she broke over into a massive orgasm was so worth it. Her juices pooled into the palm of my hand and overflowed onto my thigh as I held my fingers tight into. In any event, I had never actually made a move on any of them. Even at parties, even loaded with alcohol, I could never muster up the courage to slip an arm around a girl's shoulders or to take advantage of the myriad of opportunities which seem to present themselves at parties to everybody else. I had never kissed a girl except family or friends on special occasions. I had never had sex. I was so desperate that I often fantasised about going to a prostitute - I was making good money - but.