She started by slowly tracing her long nails up and down my thighs. My cock began to soften slightly with the lack of stimulation, but precum was stil... oozing from the tip. Slowly, she moved her hands closer and closer to my crotch. After what felt like an eternity, she brushed my balls with the back of her hand as her nails dragged up the crease of my thighs. She was careful to avoid touching my cock. We both knew there was a lot of teasing left to be done before that.It was not much longer. Some editing has been done on part I of a technical nature not enough to change the storyline in any way. The “meats” in the title is not a typo but a pun of sorts due to the butcher trade of one of her candidates for lifelong partnership. This will close out this story because there is a decided lack of interest in this style of restrained erotica in a violent “Clockwork Orange” world of hedonistic fantasy.)Millie now had to face the fact that she had to make a difficult choice between Mister. For you and for me. Come up here, ever had it sucked before?"I waddled onto the bed as she reached out to take me by the dick as I shakily replied, "Um, no, not yet," once again."Well, it's your lucky day, lay down and I'l suck you until you cum, then you can fuck me, okay?"Okay, she asked, like I might say no?"Sure, yeah," I murmured as I lay down and she got up over me facing my feet as I felt her soft mouth encase my dick and begin to suck. Her pussy was right there between her thighs as she. I stopped in my tracks. Inside the garage was a pristine black Honda PCH (Pacific Coast Highway). I had to do a double-take on the license plate, BLBMSHL. I looked again as I noticed platinum blonde hair spread over the saddle bags and long naked legs reaching to the pegs. I was dumbstruck to say the least. I enjoyed the look of a naked Shelly stretched on her back over a bike but I couldn't figure out who owned the bike.I set my side-stand and looked at Shelly on the bike and could only ask,.