A friend of mine was sitting next to me, and for somereason my eyes wondered to his legs, he was wearing shorts. His legs caughtmy attention, they wer... already covered in peach fuzz, they weren'tmassively muscular but they were no longer a boy's legs but those of a teen.It was hard to look away.When I started puberty, my body didn't change all that much. I was prettysmooth and had absolutely no hair on my chest, I was thin and not verymuscular. My legs had little hair, and what hair they did. Also John fucks her afterwards and spray her cunt full.Meanwhile, it's time to leave and all engines are started again to drive to the final destination of the day.Along the way we encounter more and more Harley's riders, solo and groups, all Harley bikers.For the Biker group, this year is not the first year that they drive to the South of France and they know so some nice places and stop at a real Biker bar where outside stands already 6 Harleys.John came to her and asks if she has a short. Out of the blue she asked if I "treated other women as well as you treat me?" I was taken aback. How the hell do you answer that? I stammered a bit.Anyhow, it turns out she is always on the lookout for men she can trust, willing to sense and take care of her clients' desires. "Was that an audition?" I jokingly asked, glancing across her still-rumpled bed. "Is this your casting couch?" She sat back down on the edge of the bed and leaned over me. "Maybe" she smiled. "But I am serious, though.. There was movement in his lap, a cock stirred or bobbed, and the knob pushed at the material of his pants some eight inches from where it began. "You know what I think?" he said, taking my hands into his. "I think you should keep this a secret between you and me--and your family, of course. Never tell Frank about this." Then he drew me toward him and kissed me on the lips. "Nor about this." Oh Jack, no!" I cried. "I'll only be making it worse!" Only if you want to keep score," he said, kissing.