What did he mean by that? Was that just a standard macho statement? Or was it meant to be a joke? Or . . . was he suggesting . . . I stood up and forc...d down the image that had leapt to mind. And what was worse . . . how excited it made me.I hopped on the cycle and tried to bury myself in the book. It only partly worked. My mind was still occasionally drifting off. As the timer on my bike ran down I was back drifting in a sexual fog. I suddenly realized that the program was over and gathered my. "Nice tits," said the unseen owner of the large hands fondling my naked boobs.I was on my feet and stepping out of my skirt."Holy shit we've got a live one here," said a guy as he shoved two fingers into my pussy."Hold it just a minute lads." Said the barkeep. "You know lady you're going to get the shit fucked out of you unless you make it to the door in the next five seconds."I grabbed hold of his head and pulled his face to mine. My tong snaked into his mouth and he gagged as it touched his. No need. She was ready. There was no urgency or frantic pace to our sex. She was quite happy to coast along at a steady pace, her eyes closed as she hummed some unrecognizable tune. Again, her breasts would sway in time with her strokes, and I had only to lie there and enjoy every second of it. I was being looked after in the most pleasurable way. I was still in awe, if not a bit of worry, about Vannie’s orgasms. They were so dramatic when she stiffened, I wondered if she wasn’t going to. "That evening, Rolly got a call from Paula."Rachel thinks you're gay." What! Why?" She said that you were buff, and groomed to within an inch of your life; and that you were wearing some sort of necklace, and sexy, expensive pajama bottoms. And that you barely noticed she was alive. She's used to guys falling all over themselves around her." I can see that, she's gorgeous. About the other stuff; I had just taken a shower and shaved, and the pjs were handy. They were a gift from an admirer a few.