He took her hand and brought it to his lips, all he could manage while driving.“I know you would like to paint me tonight,” painting being their e...phemism for sexual activity, which they often amused themselves with by saying openly in front of others, “but I fear I cannot do much for you. I am so tired.”They ended up cuddling in Tony’s bed, but going no further than kissing. Tony’s roommate found them fast asleep at only ten o’clock, quite early for university students on a Saturday night.. Another of the bikers brought two, one-gallon plastic milk jugs. But they weren’t filled with milk.~~~~~It had started when Melody and Bonnie went on a road trip on Melody’s motorcycle, a Honda Goldwing, out away from the city on a beautiful summer’s day to a small town in the country. They often rode together, as they both enjoyed the physical closeness of Bonnie hugging Melody’s back as she drove, as well as the throbbing machine between their legs.But today their objective was just to enjoy. It felt incredible, and his massive precum started to lube me up. I stopped playing with his nipples and simply grabbed his waste and pulled his hips up into me. Leaning down, I gave him a big kiss and whispered that I wanted to feel him in me. His cock seemed to get even harder when I said that, and he simply said, "Oh Yes". I grabbed his penis and aimed it right at my hole, pushing down. His cock was very big, and even though I really wanted it, I couldn't get it into me. After a couple. Mostly because she'd been there. The pictures of huge codpieces on Kings, Dukes ... even knights were products of artists staying alive. So too were massive chests and well turned calves. Noses were shrunk and chins grew.Paintings of wives and children were more the product of imagination than the real thing. Sometimes the beauty of a child was found in the model found on the hillside tending the sheep ... sure ... the tender and the Duke's son had the same father but the son ... he was.