‘I think the abuse my bike suffered was too much for the tire to handle,’ I said seriously and then added, ‘Who are you again?’ ‘Katy Mallo.... I ride sidecars,’ she stated as if I wouldn’t recognize the family name. ‘Any relationship to Joe and Robert?’ I inquired. ‘That would be my dad and my uncle,’ Katy whispered with sadness in her voice. Joe and Robert had both died racing. They were both top riders in the world and both had died doing what they love. I tried to convey my condolences.. She had finished writing and was now stood up and slightly bent forward, rummaging through her black laptop case which she used to bring whatever equipment she needed for school. But there was something in front of me that caught my eye more than books and pens. Her large, tanned, saggy tits were hanging down against her tight vest, giving me a full down-shirt shot of her breasts. The heat from the day was showing on them, a light amount of sweat caused a faint shine on the light brown breasts.. Quickly, mother responded to my ministrations by sighing openly and then dropping back to lay upon the flat chest top. Now I could look right up beneath the towel without any obstruction at her thick bush of hair between her legs. Perhaps it was unconscious when mother moved her legs wider apart so that even her outer labia spread until I saw the glistening pink wrinkled flesh beneath.I moved to the second foot, holding it high between us and openly appraised mothers vagina even as my hands. It’s that building over there. We just need to find somewhere to park now, and it looks pretty solid all around here.”Paul Hammond woke reasonably refreshed from his deep sleep.‘It’s great spending time seeing both his and his wife’s families,’ he thought, ‘but on the other hand it was a blessed relief getting back home again and sleeping in your own bed.’ His wife Helen didn’t drive, she was always far too nervous to get past the practical driving test. So Hammond had borne the brunt of the.