It became too much for Paul. He spun around and pushed Karen up against the wall. He took both her small hands in one of his and pinned them above her...head. Slowly he began to untie her blouse and pulled it open. Next he unclipped her bra at the back and let her hands drop so he could slip it off. Pinning her hands back again, he lowered his head to her tits. First started to kiss them all over before moving to her sexy hard nipples. He took each one in his mouth, sucking and then gently biting. Their is nothing more intimate... except perhaps his asshole.Only a Gay man would know the delicious pleasure that licking another man’s hole can offer. Feeling his sometimes muscular, sometimes firm, sometimes flabby and soft cheeks as your face presses in between them. Your tongue, hungrily searching out his opening. And the flavor, oh the sweet, addictive, intoxicating flavor! How else can you explain your desire, your need, to press your tongue inside him and kiss and lick his hole. That. I guess I'll just have to stay sweaty, she thought.They mounted their bikes and headed out, riding through the parking lot, down an access road, and finally reaching the main trail — a six-foot wide path of black asphalt with yellow lane markers painted down the middle. It was, in short, a miniature version of a two-lane highway. They had to pause here as a group of nine men in their twenties, all riding expensive looking road bikes, shot by at well over twenty miles an hour. They were grouped. Lynne brought in some items and Celia ran her hands over them in some state of excitement, and asked if this was the regular wear of customers. Barbara replied that it was, and enquired as to whether they would appeal to her as the lady customers preffered to be served by a lady who had a similar choice in undies. Celia said she had not warn stockings and suspenders for some years now thinking that all ladies wore tights regularly. Barbara stated that she did not and considered that Lynne would.