"So Harold, I love that you are a biker but, whatever possessed you to just go and buy a bike?" I guess it is the freedom I feel, the wind in my face ...nd yeah the macho image of a guy in the U.S. riding an American made bike." Well I am glad you did not buy one of those rice rockets."Ella was referring to those Yamaha's or Kawasakies with the handlebars lower than the gas tank and the riders back is paralell to the road, although Yamaha makes a good looking street bike where the rider maintains. He was Amanda's father and for several months now, he and his 16-year old daughter had been intimate lovers. In fact, it was Hank who had actually taken Amanda's cherry pussy that Friday night several months earlier when he and her had found themselves alone at home and they let one thing lead to another until Hank had pulled Amanda's T-shirt up and then he unsnapped the front closure to her sexy demi-bra and before he knew it, Amanda was down on her knees in front of him, his cock in her hands. Jennifer stepped up beside us and smiled at me. She offered her lips and I leaned over Court to give her a little peck. She took over stirring the hot chocolate as Courtney continued to hug and cry. I saw Anna at the kitchen door. I wasn't sure if that was a proud smile or a smirk. She disappeared and I heard her call from the front door."I have an appointment. See you at noon." I heard the door shut and Anna's car leave. Wait a minute? A hair appointment on a National Holiday? Since the Fourth. Wow, what a feeling that was! I felt that I was in heaven while she was sucking my dick. I held hair and started fucking her mouth.She was sucking me like a professional whore. While she was sucking, I took off my jeans and also her blouse. After some time, she took my dick in her hand and stroked it. I was moaning like, “Oh Ayesha, your lips so soft, come on suck it hard.”She asked me, “Please don’t take off all my clothes.” I didn’t listen to her and took her boobs out. They were firm and.