Can you ride with me? I checked my schedule on my phone and found it to be clear. But… I wasn’t sure I wanted to go.Dad’s motorcycle club wasn�...t some rough group like Hell’s Angels or Sons of Anarchy. Naw, the Smooth Operators just rode for fun on weekends. They didn’t have dues or meetings or membership requirements, you just showed up if you wanted to ride. Once every three months or so, they held a family ride with a picnic and games at the Great Park near downtown. I used to always go on. It was like watching a different woman one who was thoroughly engrossed in her role she was thoroughly enjoying her alter ego. She now went back to the center of the circle turning watching each guy stroke his cock, very nice boys I love watching you all beat your meat, are you nasty boys imagining fucking me with those hard cocks, one of the guests let out a moan of oh yeah baby I want to fuck your pussy. She struts over to him and with her stun gun in hand pointed it at his cock but far. You heed to my request and unzip my jeans. You use your nails and tease me on top of my underwear.My penis is raring to spring free. You see that I can.’t wait any longer free me of my torture. You pull down the underwear and see my penis spring to life. I have never seen it so erect in my life. Seeing it so close range makes you hesitate a little. I kiss you on your lips and pace your hands on my penis again. You find that I.’m as wet as you were. You feel it hot and throbbing. You hold it and. Wrong angle. It's gotta be jarring but subtle. Argh!I worked for four hours. Dad interrupted me once, but I ignored him, and he went away. When I stepped back from the painting my heart raced. Rage! The painting wasn't finished, but the underlying emotion shined through.Like a method actor, I'd willed rage to rise up and become my dominant emotion, but as I gazed at the painting, I felt the fury inside me melt away. Rage gives way to joy. Rage will lose the race with happiness every time. I.