.. finally we all saddled up and got out into the wind. Although we wear helmets sometimes, depending on where we're riding, this trip we didn't inclu...e them. As we rode side by side I saw Angel point her camera at Mark and me and I pulled my tube top down and she got some tit shots as I turned towards her and smiled.August in the Rockies is warm and beautiful. We pulled off onto a dirt road that led down to a little meadow with a bubbling little creek running through it.The guys got out. Quickly she gripped the back of my head forcing my tongue into her pussy. The dark hair extended down the inside of each of her thighs and my face was engulfed in the forest of long black wet curls. Hungrily, eagerly, desperately I licked and kissed her pussy. Our excitement was at the boiling point before we entered the stall and all too quickly, I felt her tensing. Silently she started thrusting her hips against my tongue as she forced my face against her. Her orgasm was intense, almost. .." In English, please," said Tiny. "Remember our viewers." Oh, sorry. As I was saying, many years ago when I was just a young lady, Froiderich and I had a very special relationship. He looked so cute in his little leather shorts, with that bald little head of his and those thick glasses that make his beady little eyes seem so big and dreamy, I couldn't help myself. I fell in love with him. Of course, even back then he had this thing about a certain little blonde girl. I tried to get him to. "Stranger things have happened. Myra was fifteen when she trapped me."Myra punched her husband playfully. "And he was eighteen. And goin' in the army. And forty years later ... Old goat!" Ya'll got time, sit down and drink coffee with us," Cindy said."Oh, no, dear," Myra said. "We have to get to church, but maybe some other time, okay?" We'd love that. We're here a lot of Sunday mornings," I added. I stood and shook their hands as they left.I took a sip of coffee, smiling at Cindy. "I'm married.