“Were you happy when we were making love?” he asked. He sounded quite serious.She thought about that. She took in another deep breath and counted ...o ten again as she realized she’d have to admit she was happy when he was making love to her. Actually, deliriously happy was closer to the truth. She didn’t want to admit that.“I did need that,” she said, her voice low and soft. It was the most she could admit.“And because you needed it, I needed to give it to you,” he said, an earnest look on his. My bike survived.I got taught a lesson by a famous motorcycle racer and ended up a bit broken leaving me with a lifetime big lump on my shoulder and a slightly restricted rotation. But I was both happy to be alive and having made friends with him.He took me under his wing as well, a real gentleman. He contacted my brother in law and invited him to bring me out to his place which was far up the dead end route to Makaha the famous surfing competition beach.John lived with his wife and kids in. Deciding that the next best thing was to put up a struggle, she did just that, although it was half-hearted at best. A token resistance at best.‘He is quite a good kisser,’ she thought to herself as his tongue swirled over hers. ‘And quite good looking, possibly the handsomest man I have ever laid eyes upon. Besides, he’s much stronger than me and I am very much at his mercy so I supposed I might as well enjoy-‘She wasn’t able to finish the thought, her thoughts suddenly scattered to the wind. However, Sandra didn't mind it this time, because she noticed that by the things that had been going on in the office, she had been turned on too much already, and she could feel how some of her own juices were almost leaking out of her.For a moment, Sandra wondered if she would do it, and then decided to just go for it. She unbuckled the safety-belt and then turned around on her seat to get the towel out of her schoolbag. While doing this, her ass was high up in the air and Veronique had to do.