I don’t want to stay out for more than one drink. Is that okay?”“Fine,” I said. I wasn’t sure what I was getting into, but this was an adven...ure I wasn’t going to miss.Mostly, Screamers was just a neighborhood bar where a bunch of people went to hang out. Like Cheers, only for dykes. There was even the requisite number of Harleys in the parking lot. It was dimly lit and music was playing on a jukebox. It smelled a little like stale beer. The leather jacket crew were mostly sitting at the bar.. Between her legs, she lovingly washed her curlies, her fingers gently exploring that moist area. It seemed odd to be repeating the activities of this morning, with everything being so incredibly different. Now her body was tingling from thoughts of Scott, now she was bubbling with anticipation of his return. She dressed again in the peachy lace panties. As she slipped the dress in place, she felt a slight ache as the fabric rubbed against her bare nipples, tender from the sun and Scott’s needy. Aaron led the way, then Ed, me, and Lawrence brought up the rear.After a few miles we were in Overton. A left onto a back road and half a mile to Lawrence's place; a double-wide located around a clump of desert shrubbery. We parked our bikes in the carport next to the trailer, and went in the squeaky front door.As we each took turns in the bathroom emptying our bladders, the others sat on a cheap but clean couch watching the porn on the tv and drinking the beers. When Lawrence, the last to. Its actually kind of funny seeing the two of us together. His tall stature looked so our of place next to my petite frame. After all, he was a whole head taller than me. He often rested his chin on my head. I was only about 54 and slim and petite from the years I spent in gymnastics and dance. My thick straight and naturally black hair flowed past my shoulders and covered my firm little breasts. I began to think back about how hed suck on my erect nipples and flick his tongue over it when out.