I spread my legs as wide as I could. This was all he needed. I was so wet he sunk two fingers in me at once. I let out a low moan.“Are you OK?” my...sun asked me. He was looking at me. I smiled and said,” I’m OK; I thought it would be a problem sitting on your friends lap, but it really isn’t. This isn’t going to be so bad of a ride.”Here I was talking to my sun whit his friends fingers in me. “How much farther until we stop?”“I don’t want to stop until I go a little further,”“How about you Mike,. I looked at him shocked and a little excited about his comment. My husbands friend was not bad looking and by the feel of his cock, he had to be at least two inches longer and thicker than my husband. "Are you serious?" the buddy asked. "Hell yeah I'm serious. Go ahead." Me and my husband's friend looked at my husband and then at each other. The buddy pulled the cover away from my boobs and he started to caress them, squeeze them, and play with my nipples. I looked back up to my husband and saw. One actually looked pretty good. It was at least 20 years old, but ingood shape, with good tires, although totally flat. "Too big for him,"Gary said, and put it to the side. "It isn't safe for a boy to ride abike that is too big. This one would work though." But that's a girl's bike," Jerry sneered."Yep, and without the crossbar it is safer," Gary said."But it is a girl's bike. Bobby is a boy," Jerry insisted."Well, some people would think a girl's bike is better than no bike atall," Gary said.. It was not until two that the surgeon appeared. Steven had been expecting to see him in theatre clothes but he was immaculate in a suit. He held out his hand."Henry Lovering," he said cheerfully. "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting but things took a little longer than expected. Would you like to follow me to my office?"Steven with a nod followed him obediently. He noted with satisfaction the sign on Mr Lovering's door: Head of Neurological Surgery. Mr Lovering showed him to a chair."Well, I.