In this position, I had all the weight on my legs (not my hands), so thrusting is easy. And this position gives excellent stimulation of her G-spot. I...began slowly thrusting into her moist vagina. The feeling was unbelievable and I wanted it to last forever. I couldn't believe that I was finally making love to this beautiful woman! I kept on thrusting slowly and only a few inches in. I felt, with my penis, that ball on the roof of her vagina, which I guessed was her G-spot. I made sure to. I had to somehow get the other side of her to make sure her face was just as complimentary.I obviously wanted to be casual but not lose her. She moved on, her dress dancing about her body caressing each contour; in all my years I had never before seen such sex on legs. Finally I had a chance to view her from the front, just by the breakfast cereal. I needed cereal and by a fluke she was looking at exactly what I needed on a high shelf. I wanted posh muesli and apparently so did she. I saw her. Connie was the only one in Jeb's group not riding a Honda, she was forking a Harley.I looked at the odometer on her bike. It showed fourteen hundred miles. It was nearly new.After we had our stretch at Pell City we rode on to the top of Cheahaw mountain.There is a stone tower there. We climbed it and Jean and Jeb took pictures.There is a scenic walk path along the face of the bluff going each way from the tower. Some of our group went north, some south.I sat upon a picnic table watching over. Her makeup is perfect, not too much foundation, just enough, her eyes highlighted, and her lips coated in a light red colour. Today, she is sitting directly opposite me, as she crosses her legs, very femininely, I see a glimpse of stocking tops, and a clip from a garter belt. She has a tablet, and spends the whole journey reading something, her attention on the computer screen means, she won’t see me staring. The carriage vibrating beneath us, my vivid imagination and this vision of beauty.