At the campsite you have tents, caravans and chalets and were all fully booked by Bikers who are also coming for the Harley event. The majority were s...lo men, groups of friends who came together to enjoy the sun and the atmosphere. Logical that if there passes a handsome horny blond Biker slut like her, with her big tits, the Bikers could not resist to look. They knew what a Biker slut is able for, therefore they knew they have to make contact with the Bikers who were with her, to get in touch. It was a story about a massage parlor, and when the housewife went in and was surprised to get a woman to serve her, I wrapped my arms around you and cupped your breasts, hefting them and letting my fingers define their contours. Your breathing got slow as you watched the housewife slowly strip, and I lifted the front of your skirt to run my hand down and up your leg, ending at your panties which were already damp.The woman doing the massage was rubbing and kissing the housewife's perky bottom. I shook my head. "He was, but his wife passed away a few years back. No kids. He's a fairly young guy for that position. He's in his forties." Then let's go make ourselves useful and dig up some dirt on him. He's not afraid to break the law to get us, so we'll have to break it to get him. We need to get into his house," Hawk said firmly.I shook my head. "He lives in a secure community. So, we'd have to get past the front desk. Anything we find will be inadmissible in court, so how can that help. That was, until her fourteenth year. +++ Dawn’s dynamic almost frustrated her. Maggie was half in her daydream, and half expecting Dawn to belt out the information she craved. ‘So, how is he?’ Dawn, ever the story teller, brought her along slowly. ‘He is good…great, actually. He lives down here, although, on Maui, he said. Owns his own little business.’ Maggie smiled and drifted off… +++ The summer she was fourteen, a dancing workshop cut into her precious vacation. Her mom stayed behind,.