She was dead to the world now, until the next morning when I would awaken her. I decided to take a spin down to the Strip and take in the lights and s...ghts. We had an agreement. I could go out and check out the towns we would stop in while she rested. She trusted me. Usually that was a good idea. Perhaps she would have thought better of that decision if she had known what was going to happen later. So I got into the car and started north on I-15 toward the downtown area, heading for the Strip.. I adjusted the seat back pinion to the forwardmost adjustment, and it worked fine, if looked slightly rediculous. However, the bike exuded so much power and menace, with its red and orange flames and shiny chrome, that I doubt anyone would notice the minor details. I would have to adjust things a bit more to gain natural control of the foot controls, but it was fine for cruzing, as long as I didn't have to constantly be shifting gears. The ease of which that 'iron' pushed down the road made it. She saw me staring at her tits and ran her hand across my leg and onto my bulge. She felt my cock through my pants and then pulled off my shirt. I pulled her close and started kissing her again. I slid my tongue past her lips and was met by her tongue taking the kissing to the next level. As our tongues rubbed together, I leaned forward forcing her to lay back on the couch. Again, I kissed my way down from her lips but this time I kept going until my lips found her nipple. I looked up at her as. “I have been convicted...” he sighed. “Fathers, provoke not your children to wrath, but bring them up in the nurture and admonition of the Lord.” He shook his head. “My wife is still angry with Rebecca, but I cannot help but repent of driving her away. Reverend...”“Why don’t you call me Dulcie, Mister Upthorpe?”“Well... Dulcie... if we’re to be on first-name terms, I’m Don. You’ll understand, I hope, that in our church we’re,” he hesitated, as if groping for the right word, “quite formal.”I.