I spent a couple of hours looking at the bikes and finally decided on a new 1200cc Sportster. This would be good for what I intended to use it. I foun... several five-gallon full fuel cans in the service department. I fueled the Sportster up and made a few laps around the parking lot just make sure that it ran good. I loaded it in the back of the trailer and secured it with tie down straps. Chapter 3 Betty As I entered the motor home to leave a movement across the street in a convenience store. If nothing else, it’s illegal. I would like nothing more than for you to be the man of the house and for me to be here for your pleasure. But, it’s just wrong. I don’t know what to do.”“I don’t know, either, Mom. I just know I loved what we did and want to do it more. I’d be very happy if you teach me about sex. Show me how to really satisfy a girl, Mom.” “Oh, Ethan, it’s just wrong. You’re my son. You’re too young. It’s illegal. I love you, honey, but we shouldn’t have done that,. His arm was round me all the time. After a while he stood up, put his hand on my shoulder, told me to look up. I looked up. He gave me a big smile. I didn’t say nothing. I just couldn’t think of anything to say. Then my mate, he turned his back to me. He stood there with his hands by his side. What the fuck was he up to now? He then spoke. “Mate, pull my jock down.” I didn’t move. He said it again. “Pull my jock down, mate.” “You seriously want me to pull your jock down?” “Go on, mate. Do it. He goes on this long verbal diatribe as if to convince me of his lame excuse. For the most part, I ignored him until he asked could I give him a few weightlifting tips. I gave my full attention to the platinum blonde-haired, small-framed guy with Romanesque facial features, and light blue eyes and at that moment, I knew this guy was a Bitch in Waiting, or as I like to say, a ‘BIW’. Finally, I extend and shook his hand, I could feel the weakness in his grip and knew he dialed by his strength in.