Jessica would be a piece of cake. I hate to say it, but, I’m already getting wet just thinking about it!”I smirked, “Spoken like a true biker Ba...e.”Linda growled, “We’re ALL biker babes NOW.”Bob and Sarah scrambled off to get dressed, so they could go and get her ride, while the rest of us chuckled. We stopped when she reappeared, dressed to ride, complete with little black boots and her own black half-helmet. When Bob had his bike turned around and fired up, she hopped on behind him with zero. I had never seen such crowd ever, and with great difficulty I found out the driver who had come to pick me for the orientation meeting. After an hour or so we finally reached the head office. It was in a decent and less crowded part of the capital. I was well greeted by the staff and their sales manager Mrs. Sandhiya who was also going to accommodate me during my stay. The day passed fast and I was tried due to jet lag. Knowing this Mrs. Sandiya suggested we leave for home early. She wasn’t. ”“I can't disagree with that.”I got up and grabbed a roll of paper towels for us to clean up with. When we were all tidy we cuddled back up—still in the nude—and the scent of cock, pussy, ass, and cum was as thick as London Fog in the air.“That was something else,” Char said softly while sniffing her fingers.She took the hand I had been using to finger myself with and sniffed it. “Mmm! I love your smell.”She then stuck both of hers under my nose. “What about mine? You like my ass and pussy?”It. I wanted to get out the area where I lived because I needed to get away from people I knew, especially people who think I ruined their lives. In a nearby city in a fairly up scale area, I bought a house that I liked. I hired a interior designer to help me furnish and decorate the the place based on what I told her. I have a nice pool, but no hot tub. I want one that holds eight people. I don't socialize with many people, mostly because of my former job. By design I don't I don't have a lot of.