One day for a dare we decided to go to a new bar (pub) at the other end of town, which we had heard about but had never seen. But instead of traveling...discreetly in the car like we usually do, we decide we'd go by bike. My Ducatti.We both have great toned bodies, tight and taut, much like a female athlete's body. That was probably due to the fact that we both liked to work out. We had to in order to keep our girlish figures. Marcia has neck length strawberry blonde hair while I have shoulder. Another knock on the door, ”Mrs. Williams.”“Coming,” I yelled, “I'm in the shower.”“Now he knows you are naked. Answer the door naked and let him fuck you,” Hubby teased, “I dare you.”I picked the phone up as Bobby grinned, then walked to the door. “Just remember,” I told my husband, “You asked for it. If he wants to fuck, I'm going to fuck him.”Bobby hid behind the door as I eased it open a bit, hiding behind it myself. “Hey, Mr. Bozeman,” I said, peeping around the door, “Is everything. That resulted in something called Pliny the Elder from the Russian River Brewing Company. It fit the bill perfectly, but I was glad I wasn't driving when I left, as I'd had a second glass, and the glasses were rather large.Dinner was followed by a few more hours of watching the tube, mostly news, as I was still trying to reassure myself that the world of Cooper James that I had entered seemed to be the same one that Harley Scoville had been part of. Based on the usual crap-tastic load of news. I felt her cock press against my thigh. I back away and said I don’t do that and she said I did not have to do anything. In the back of my mind I wanted to see the cum shoot out of her cock but I was “gay”. I had a raging hard on, but I wasn’t gay, I kept saying to myself. Samantha turned out the lights and undressed me. Fondled and caressed me. She started to suck my dick. No the way a girl does it. Like someone who had a cock of their own and know just what to do. She brought me to the edge.