"Here, you can ride in theseand they will still match your outfit well enough."The idea really did give me a rush. But a hundred thoughts went through...y head. "What if I got pulled over? What if someone I know sees me?What if something happened to the bike?" That type of thing. But thethrill won out over my common sense. "OK, Let's do it," I said, "but Iam gonna take my other clothes with me just in case." You mean Gary's clothes," Kelly said with a wink. "Works for me!"I took off the. Wonder what they would think? He was almost proud of what HE carried in his pants. He could boast about having a 9 in. thickie in HIS shorts.The desk was right in front of the window, fastened to the wall, and just to the left of the door. If he had her bent over the corner of the desk, they would see everything from his balls dangling, to his dick going in and out of that sweet pussy, and her tits hanging down. She might even give THEM a little shot. Then he could watch HER getting fucked.She. The fourteen year old found the strange sheep herder's attentions distasteful and she complained to her parents about him. While the girl's father told her that George was harmless her mother had other ideas. She did not like the twenty five year old either and demanded that her husband fire the man. The herd owner refused and there the problem hung.Although George never made a sexual move to the young girl she was still afraid of him. Her mother kept warning her husband that George would rape. I was going out with a girl called Carol (not Barry's sister who I'd mentioned in another of my reminisces) who was about the same age as me if not a little younger but quite advanced sexually for her age and was always dressed in very short skirts and dresses . We used to meet on an evening when she took her family dog for a walk to the local park. We would invariably end up in the bushes that surrounded the park (yes the same ones by the gents toilets that I have mentioned before) for some.