After I moved the control levers to the bottom part of the curve, I could reach them fairly comfortably. I adjusted the seat back pinion to the forwar...most adjustment, and it worked fine, if looked slightly rediculous. However, the bike exuded so much power and menace, with its red and orange flames and shiny chrome, that I doubt anyone would notice the minor details. I would have to adjust things a bit more to gain natural control of the foot controls, but it was fine for cruzing, as long as I. Comforting thought, not only from the point of view that I was actually doing a somewhat respectable form of performance art, but also from the realization that I had just had this incredibly deep idea that had nothing to do with huge breasts. But I also realized I didn't want to do Jazz Improvisational Writing. So after publishing Chapter 4 I spent a solid week planning out the next three chapters, and as I wrote these chapters ... I also plotted out another book from start to finish.So the. "I should haveguessed. You're such a shameless little hussy, aren't you? Well, yoursneaky plan won't work, because I'm not getting married after all."We stared at each other as seriously as we could, but it only lasted asecond before we broke into giggles. I finally caught me breath. "Am Igoing to try the rest of these on, dear? 'Cause I'm not going braless -I'm much too sophisticated for that," I sniffed in my best imitation of asnooty southern belle.Kath was giggling so much she could barely. “God, I missed this...”“Me too.”Chad started pumping into me, but he took it nice and slow. We both seemed to be savoring the sensation. “Your hole feels so good,” he said. “Fuck, I love this ass.”I arched my back, and Chad leaned down and kissed my shoulders. I tried to reciprocate, but in that position, I couldn’t. The one thing I could do was work my ass. I gyrated my hips, and I tightened my sphincter as hard as I could. I remembered how much he liked that, and he reacted exactly how.