"Mmmm. That feels great!" Lisa is running her fingers through my hair and smiling at me.After a while I switch to her right tit and give it the same t...eatment. While still nibbling on her nipple, I move my hand from her breast down past her stomach and into her panties. Sliding my fingers through her blonde hair, I feel the heat even before I feel the moisture. I rub up and down her slit with my finger. She is soaking wet and my finger easily slips inside her pussy. I start moving my finger in. “Are you ready,” I asked him. “Very,” he answered. “Okay,” he let out a deep breath. “Here we go then.” “Okay.” “I am bringing my hands up to my breasts,” I informed him. “I am softly rubbing and massaging them between my fingers, feeling the soft skin against the tips of my fingers.” “Mmm,” he moaned into the phone. “Lightly squeezing around them, feeling ever inch of them.” I moved my fingers into my nipples. “I am now lightly pinching my nipples between my fingers, imagining they are. Most of them seemed either too small, buzzy little things, or too big. Who needs one point six litres of engine in a two-wheeled machine?My eye was caught by a familiar shape and name. But, hang on ... how does a Royal Enfield (ceased production sometime in the seventies) come to have a 2015 registration?Looking closer, I could see it wasn't an original machine. For one thing, and most obviously, it had a disk brake at the front, rather than a drum. There was no carburettor, just a weird system. "You said you liked my new skirt and top," she said, turning slowly. "Do you want to see what else I bought?"Jack watched her turn around, his eyes darting up and down over her body. He liked the miniskirt and her thin legs. He smiled at her when she was facing him again."Sure Megan, did you bring the other clothes with you?"Megan turned her back to Jack, unbuttoned her blouse, and turned back to him. She reached for the hem of her short black skirt and pulled it up to her waist."I meant my new.