They gave biker gangs a bad name. Oh, well. They had their turf, and the Polecats had theirs. As long as no one strayed over the invisible border into...Polecat territory, then every body stayed happy.Ben and his men had stopped off at their old haunt, the Kickstand at the end of a long hot ride. Quohog was a biker's barkeep. He knew when to talk, what to talk about and when to shut up. Too many people tried to fill the silence with stupid chatter, Quohog didn't. He also had the best home made. As soon as he had came I was being pulled off him onto the next guy, he had a much longer cock, but it was no where near as thick as the first one, he thrust himself inside me easily as I was dripping with pussy juice and spunk, he rode me hard reaching round and massaging my asshole with the spunk leaking from my pussy. As he eased a finger into my tight ass I felt my pussy tighten as an orgasm ripped through me, as I came I heard him moan and he shot another load of cum into my well fucked. Her female character was supposed to be patterned after her fake writer of naughty tales and they were thought to be a reflection of her.Her pen-name was Sally Submissive and the boys all seemed to be enthralled with the thought of getting her over their knees. She wished that would be possible as well but she knew she was far too shy to ever initiate any action to cause it to occur.When Alice invited her to a party at her house, Lucy accepted with gratitude because she was beginning to think. I grilled asparagus, some zucchini and a couple of hamburgers. I learned how to make the ‘fancy schmancy’ salad that included olives, feta cheese and some dried cranberries and walnuts. I had set the table and opened up a Sicilian red to breath. Ten minutes later, Gail Marie’s car pulled up in the driveway and only one person got out. ‘Where’s Mary? I thought that both of you would be here for dinner.’ ‘Well actually it’s great news. Jay was just out of the coma and was able to say a few.