..sluttish...classyslutty? No, the classy was gone, just slutty.... The stranger, I do not know his name. Got quite eager, and I signalled him to slow...down....and slowly he did. And we basically pulled my wife down to the basement, into a big bed. How I got naked I do not remember. But I remember we both fucked her, I remember her breathing, her in her knees, spit roasted, she riding one, sucked one. And I had to take a break. And looked. And this stranger where GOOD! I must admit his stamina. "Yeah," I said, as I walked up to him. He threw his arms around me and gave me a big hug. Grabbing my wrists, he leaned back to look at me fully. I could feel his eyes as they examined me from head to toe. "My, you have grown up," he said with a big smile, grabbing my carry on bag from my hand. "Are you hungry?" he asked, as I just shook my head, still floored that this man looked exactly like my dad, feeling a bit of shame as my crush transferred to him in an instant. "Let’s grab your bags and. "Do you have any food in here? I mean, something not processed into a box or can?" I have..." She opened the refrigerator again and cocked her head. "Apples ... and leftover Thai. I think. I was considering mac'n'cheese. I haven't checked the freezer, though. There might be more there."Brody rolled his eyes. "Jesus. Come on, Ryan. Let's go." Go where?" She closed the fridge."Back to my place. I'll make something." Brody, I can fend for myself. I'm a big girl, you know."He looked on the verge of. I'd checked exactly where I was going the previous evening, confident that my almost photographic memory for roads, would get us to our destination and back with no problems.The ride to Trebyan was fun, if uneventful. The roads were nice and twisty, good biking roads, and I now rode a lot faster than our earlier little trips. I felt my pillion was more comfortable on a bike now so I wanted to show her just how good riding could be, though I kept well inside my, and the bikes, limitations..