Beautiful, powerful yet fragile, and would kill you if the rider didn't stay in control. I was a biker and the road in front of me was more important ...han what was behind. I was in control of my life. The bike did as I instructed it to do. My safety was my responsibility. These thoughts became integrated into my life philosophy.As I rode, I could smell the rhythms of life around me, feel slight temperature variations as the hills and valleys rose and fell while the scenery blurred by. It was. I could see her approaching the area I was working in and I just about shit myself. Was she mad? Was she coming over to tell me how bad I had been? Oh fuck. I didn't know whether to shit or go blind. Mrs. Johnson was standing on the other side of the fence right opposite where I was standing. I was too afraid to say anything and just kept pretending to examine the boards on the fence. Then, she quietly called my name. I said hi and started to apologize if I had done anything to make. Then I would feel the heat of his cock against mycheeks. I would feel his hot breath in my ear when hetold me to beg him to anally **** me. and I would jutmy ass toward him and beg for him to ream me out.Suddenly I heard a car door slam. I opened my eyes andlooked down to the driveway. My brother was home!He'd be coming upstairs in a minute. As I watched him,my fingers still pumping into my holes even faster, Icame. God, did I come! I felt it running down my legs.My knees threatened to buckle.. The girl caught his gaze.“Hi. What floor do you need?”“The 58th. How about you?” He started to check her out more detailed.“Wow, forty more floors. Will talk?”“Nah, I’m fine. Don’t feel like it. Just terrible day.”“Yeah, I hear you. Same here. There are good days and there days like this one.”He noticed how girl started to check him out, paying more attention to the area where his dick was.“Do you think it’s quite awkward, the way you look at me?” For some reason he forgot that he did just the.