His long legs spread, the huge bike between his legs. The bike came to a stop and Dave swung his leg off the massive machine.Dave was picking me up fo... a long-anticipated ride into the mountains. The day has turned out beautiful. Sunny and about 78 degrees. It is perfect, I am getting moist just thinking about what I have in store for Dave.I fawn over the bike because men like to hear about their bikes, and it makes them feel good. Some psychological crap about a man, his penis, and its. He was a middle-aged person in his forties probably. The rarefied version of his apex was favorable enough to snick a peek of a glistening skin, which had seasoned due to the sun’s courtesy. He was wearing a half shirt, which was stripped off it’s soberness due to dirt, and a full pant whose color was supposed to be white, but looked like dark grey now, because of obvious reasons!He continued exploring and reached my crotch eventually. Since I was curious about what he would do next, I feigned. They proceeded to fill the bowl with chocolate covered fruits, and when ready, handed the wine to Michael and preceded him to their suite.Once back in the suite, they deposited their goodies on a table, sat Michael on a sofa with a glass of wine, and abandoned him while they went into the second bedroom. There, they were met by a bevy of sister-wives who, following family tradition, prepared them for their ‘first good time.’ After half an hour or a little more, two visions appeared and paused. I could hear your happy countenance through the phone and it made me smile. ‘I’m glad you are having a good day, but don’t worry about dinner tonight. I have plans,’ I said. ‘Plans, Sir?’ ‘Yes I want you to do a few things before I get home. Are you ready?’ ‘Yes, Sir! What would You like me to do?’ you ask, curiously. I can hear the excitement in your voice. You are such a good girl. ‘Well, it’s almost noon now. I want you to stop whatever you are doing and go upstairs and get ready for me..