" Oh? You want to come ride one of my bikes?"She shook her head. "Oh, no. No, no, no. Not my scene at all. As I think you know."I did know. One of the...elements that ensured my relationships did not endure, was the non-congruence of our interests. Charlie at least liked motorbikes, but was into heavy metal – a genre I can enjoy occasionally, but not as a regular diet. Stacey ... well, let's just say the only points of contact were food and sex. Of course the sex was very good...After my day with. I decided to ask again and, once again, she declared that she had never partaken. I hadn't either. I had told a close friend about what a dirty slut this woman was-the things we had done even before tonight were too good not to share and he made it clear how jealous he was. In fact, after sharing some of the pics and messages she had sent to me he had developed somewhat of an obsession to also experience this wonderful slut. Nervously I directed the conversation towards the idea of him coming. Lie face up on your bed."Sally did as commanded and Jason had two lines dropped from above so that he could elevate and separate Sally's legs. He turned the bed at 45 degrees to the audience. He removed his black spandex codpiece. He stroked himself a few times until he had a hard erection. Then he hovered over Sally and positioned his penis at her gateway and pushed in."How does this make you feel Sally?" It makes me feel loved father. It feels really good!" Show me how good it feels."Sally. I said, “That was nice of you but I should pay you back for it.” “Why, if I wasn’t here in front of you wouldn’t have known who did it, it would have been just a random act of kindness”, he said. I was at a loss not just for words, he was right if he hadn’t told me I wouldn’t have known it was him, and how do I get out of this situation, did I even want to after all he was the biker I always lusted after. I did have myself in a little bit of a spot though because the way he stood my car.