The biker veered off and suddenly pulled away in a deafening roar with the acceleration that only a massive V-twin motorcycle can manage. The bike was...gone. John was left shaking with fear and rage. He barely noticed the bike brake for the big row of stoplights at the bottom, to take a hard right turn onto a side street. John went straight through when the lights changed and made his way home.Later that day he'd calmed down and almost put the incident out of his mind. Jane had made a gallon of. Suffering horribly, Joselle's tummy sucked and heaved as he tormented her, and he had to be careful to get the "pressure" of the fork just right so he'd make enough contact just to tickle, but not to scratch, poor Joselle as she squirmed and squealed in ticklish hell. The contrast of the gleaming white fork against her soft olive skin was exquisite. The tight muscles of her stomach convulsed in deep belly laughter, and a wet spot formed in the crotch of her jeans as Joselle's suffering bladder. She asked me to humour her and show me the pinning technique anyway. Being the innocent person I was I agreed. We got onto the mat, she asked me where she should lay. I told her on her back. She giggled again as she positioned herself as I had requested. I started explaining the technique as I was applying it. As I was almost finished explaining it, She giggled again and told me that she liked being held down and she kissed me lightly on the lips. I didn't understand at first but she proceeded. Suddenly I was all the way inside of this young arse and I just stayed there, his warm insides clutching my dick.Simon now took over and he began to ride my cock – sliding back and forth on me. He was certainly getting into being fucked – as I was into fucking him. His tight arse was perfect, milking my rock hard organ. ‘Shit Simon that is fucking lovely, perfect in fact’. He rocked back and forth on my cock making me so sensitive, so rampant, and harder than hard! His silky soft arse just.