Her hand blurring with speed. Fully engrossed on the building orgasm she barely noticed the photographer place her bent knees on his shoulders. He sto...d forcing her to lay flat against the counter top jamming his hardon into her dripping wet pussy. The head of his cock banging against her G spot coupled with the clit strumming, she reached an orgasmic heaven she had never known. She groaned in rhythm to the ever intensifying pounding. “Ooh, fuck me,” her moans forming words.Within a few minutes. I had helped change the oil on a couple of them back home, working for the only person who would give me a job, Mr. Chambers. He told me that Harleys were the Mercedes or Jaguar of the motorcycle world and the owners were very proud of owning them. I thought I might own one someday, but that dream died almost as quickly as it started when I found out that the first Harley we worked on belonged to Lisa Hartwell’s father. He didn’t know I worked for Mr. Chambers. No one in town did. I was happy. She leaned close to the friend and asked her to hide and protect her child, because it was her they were after. Then she asked the men to wait while she got ready.Because Aaron had already told her the story of his first wife, she had no intention of doing the same thing too him as well. So while the men were waiting she climbed out the window, went to the barn, saddled a horse, and then jumped on the back of her horse.The men in the house heard the commotion and ran out. Lichelle screamed she. I pushed it all the way in an the first thrust, and she stifled a low moan. I pumped her slowly for a time, and she pulled away, rolling onto her back on the bed. She lifted and spread her legs, and told me to get on top of her. Again, I slid completely into her and we thrusted against each other. I was getting ready to cum when she pushed me off and said, "I want to taste you." She took me into her hot mouth and began sucking and licking my shaft. Again, I was close to cumming when she stopped.