Single and ready to mingle.”I found myself saying under my breath that I’d like to mingle with her. I wasn’t sure if she heard, if she did, she ...idn’t show it.I invited her in and gave her a tour of our house, all the time following her and staring at her curvy butt. I wanted to kiss it, bite it, slap it. I had a hard time controlling myself. When she was leaving, she brushed her hand against my crotch. She smiled as she watched me shrink back and she left me with an aching cock that had to be. I hesitantly replied "err I guess if you're sure..." "I can't take them back to the shop because they're swimwear, but they've never been worn - they even have the label in them." She held them up by the label. "I figured seeing as you like wearing them you might be interested" "Thanks," I took them from her. "Try them on, I want to see if they fit! I'll put my new one piece on as well and we can start warming up for our race!"Steph pointed to the summer house at the end of the pool. It had a. Something aboutTyler on a bike was fucking sexy. ‘Wow. What kind of bike?’ Ben said and pulled out a chair for her at the corner. Raine and I glanced at the chair beside her. We sprang for it at the same time. My ass hit the hard wood first. I tossed a booya grin at Raine, who scowled and took the chair across from Tyler. ‘Softail Deluxe,’ she answered. ‘I’ll be damned, little Tyler Eason, a fucking biker bitch!’ Jack exclaimed. ‘No. I’m the rider. Not the bitch,’ she corrected. Her perfect bow. “Thank you Andrew, though you could have ordered a beer or something for yourself.”“No Julia, I would rather have the Diet Pepsi as I know you are another year from the legal drinking age. What you do elsewhere is your choice. Now what would you like to order?”Looking over the menu we both decide to order the porterhouse steak and a salad. The waitress returns with our drinks, “Are you ready to order?” she asks.“Yes we are, both of us will have the porterhouse and a salad.”The waitress asks,.