Oh god, I couldnt contain myself anymore. I began to lightly stroke his chest, then I dug my fingernails into his back as I instinctively moaned. The ...leasure building up inside me crashed down into an intense orgasm. My insides began to clench and release, and it seemed like all I could do was to tighten my grip on his shoulders and back and thrash my hips about as my orgasm took me into another world. When I regained my composure, Peter was still giving it to me hard. I wanted him to last, so. This was the first time I felt really stable I was studying for my degree, had set work hours and was still boxing when I could. Funny it felt more like I worked for a bank than the Army.The only thing really missing from my life was a good woman. I was a romantic at heart and had dated a few woman and ended up in their bed. While the sex was good (what sex isn't!)I didn't have anything in common with them so it never lasted. This was all soon to change.I had travelled back to my hometown for. He mom thought the same thing, although glad her daughter wasn't so thin, did not want her to be depressed over her weight either.On her last day home she began to panic at how she'd let herself go and didn't know what to do. She had a week before her teaching started again and committed herself to getting as fit as she could before that time and working the weight off from their. However when she put the spandex shorts and tank top on her heart broke - she was all flabby and hanging out of the. She wasn't in the mood for a fight. With a resigned sigh, she opened the door and stepped inside.Life was good. Just Ben, his bike, his gang, and the road. The Polecats finally were out of jail after that whole Malcolm Corley thing. His bike was all fixed up now; it even still had that booster jet on, which was great. And the road, well the road was always there. Always would be. If Ben had these three things, he could be happy. Yeah, life was good.The Polecats and the Vultures had a kind of.