She then reached down, grabbed the woman by the back of the hair and waistband of her Levi’s and pulled her to her feet. The woman raised her ha...ds up, flailing them about. The girl jerked her around to face her. The biker chick’s jaw slackened. Her right eye was bruised, blackened and practically glued shut.“Please, I’m sorry I took your business. Please, oh pleeease let me go.”“Little late for that,” shouted Angie. She then started beating the blonde. I inserted my one hand inside her T-shirt and felt the boobs over her bra. By this time she was also getting hot, and she started responding by kissing me. Then I just grabbed her and took her to bed, and we were in each other’s arms, kissing, rubbing hands everywhere. We were quiet restless and I made her touch my dick, which was pretty hard by now, and she was just ecstatic. I now removed her T-shirt, and we covered ourselves with a blanket, as it was cold that time, it was the turn of her. I was really enjoying this time away from the same old friends in San Diego. This woman could keep an audience captivated for days on end. We must have stayed in that river for 3 or 4 hours? The time flew by and we proceeded to go through 4 beers a piece. The more we drank the more revealing our conversation became. We spoke of everything. She told me of old boyfriends I never knew of and dug up a little dirt on some of our f****y. Good times. We both had our shades on and I couldn’t help but. I want him inside me more than I want to breathe this clean air I'm breathing right now. Gabe always has this effect on me. It doesn't matter if I can smell the beer on him or not. It's always the smell of him that drives me wild at first. He knows it, too. He grabs at me wildly, as if he's desperately clinging to his own life. I wonder what's gotten into him. Even if Gabe goes out to drink with his friends, he always comes home partially sober. I think it's safe to say that this is the.