“How about some coffee?” I asked Fabienne. “Sounds great.” “How come you made me make my own?” Claire asked innocently. I was clearly outc...assed. “Because you’re family,” I said and because my hard-on was embarrassing me, I thought. Claire gave me this look that said ‘I know what you’re up to, you dirty old man!’ or maybe that was just my guilty conscience imagining things. I poured all three of us coffee and we sat around the saloon table, Fabienne maybe a little closer Claire than she needed. I look over at the door, making sure it’s shut before closing the blinds in the window. I begin to play with my nipples through my t-shirt, flicking them gently every now and then. The damp patch starts to grow on my panties as I play with my 30B tits. I run one hand up my t-shirt and start to rub the bare skin of my breasts. I moan softly as I imagine one of my creations doing it to me. I squeeze and rub lightly as more moans leave my mouth and my pussy travels deeper into its state of. The thought hadn't even crossed my mind. "That's a great idea! You got anyone in mind?" I asked, thinking shemight, considering she came up with the idea. "Well, now that you mention it," she smiled. "I have this onefriend. I've known him since high school. He's a really nice guy, and reallycute too. I think you two would really hit it off." "Sure," I said. "What the hell. Maybe I'll even get lucky." That Friday night I was sitting in a private booth in the back of Tomaso'sawaiting my date.. We set off the girls (four of them) in front and me bringing up the rear. They are good on a bike and soon i'm working hard to keep up. We've done about 50 miles and they stop again.Thank god i'm knackered.Chloe one of the girls comes over and jokes how I haven't got much stamina.My reply is that i'm better in bed than on my 900.We'll see says Chloe and walks over to the others.I can't believe it we are in the middle of nowhere and the four of them are looking so damn hot in there leathers.The.