Kathy went over to it and petted it, disturbing some dust that had accumulated on the paint. She looked at me with tears in her eyes, "See if it will ...tart," and handed me the keys.I turned on the gas, cranked the throttle a couple of times, checked to make sure it was in neutral then turned on the key. The dash lit up. I hit the button and it started instantly. I looked at Kathy and she was bawling. I shut the bike off and held her till she quit shaking."This is the first time I've looked at. That left me, the last of Alan’s friends. Between Homecoming and Senior Prom, my involvement with Alan went from occasionally having lunch to him to riding with me to school, changing his class schedule to match as much of mine as he could get, and sitting with me every day at lunch. Alan’s Mother came and picked us up from school daily. His Mother would take me home and drop me off. Alan always asked if he could come over and that we could do homework together. At first, I tried to sidestep. I got my cock out rubbing it hard as Karen watched with another huge load fly from my cock, “wow that is huge, do you feel better” “yes much why don’t you touch it”?. As Karen reached out touching his limp cock she wet her lips, “Mmm that feels good can’t wait until I have that in me” as Karen smiled and said she has to get home. As we reached Karen’s I kissed her and watched her go in, I then went in myself, going upstairs I sat on the bed when my phone rang it was Karen, “what’s the matter. ‘It might be best,’ she finally decided, ‘If I distracted myself and explored further. Perhaps I’ll discover a statue that is less tempting. An obelisk, for example. Or a cross. Even a tombstone would be preferable. It would certainly help change my mood!’Before she could take a single step, she heard a curious sound, much like an eggshell being broken. Startled, she spun around and peered through the fog, unable to see anything other than the dark shape of the centaur.‘I am sixty percent sure.