As the bike rumbled through the streets, Sarah could feel the vibrations running through her body, sending a tingling sensation into her pussy. Leanin... her head against Julie's back, she breathed in the fresh scent of Julie’s hair, as she remembered how the two of them originally met. *************** It was 1986 and Madonna was blasting from the video screens that were everywhere in the Covent Garden Gym in the heart of London. The gym was considered by some to be intimidating, as the walls. I remember you, you left without saying a word what, 6 years ago. How are you baby, married, k**s ?''I shouldn't have called, I just didn't know anyone else that doesn't live near me, I'll not waste your time anymore'. And I began to take the receiver away from my ear.'Wait Jess, - hold on don't go. What's wrong, I know you didn't have my number but something is wrong if you have searched for it and me!''I just need to get away for a while, where no one knows me, I need to get out of here. . When I asked her why she was so aroused she responded, "...the fantasy is one thing, the reality quite another."So, I didn't press the issue. Instead, I began to incorporate my fantasies into our lovemaking. One time I was the bellboy. Another time I was one of her co-workers, etc. She never failed to respond enthusiastically. But, I had to find a way to take the next step.My wife is 5'8" tall, and weighs about 125 pounds. She is a brunette with naturally curly hair that cascades down to her. There were no thoughts in her mind except the one blazing desire for the moment when he would plunge his fleshy, virile hardness into her belly and fill her gaping needs... Wayne sat staring at her, unable to answer her. He tried not to look at her big beautiful breasts that were protruding like two melons from that tiny bra-like thing she was wearing. What the hell, he'd seen lots of chicks in bikinis that showed off much more, and even a few who'd taken everything off, but somehow this was.