As I did he looked back at me, and there I was in just a mini-shirt with my silky smooth nyloned Legs shinning in the afternoon sun, not to mention my...painted toe nails sparkling thru the sheer pantyhose!He looked me up and down without saying a word, as I stood there frozen. What a girly crossdressing sissy fag to do? Were you expecting someone or just?, He asked pointing at me and as to the way I was dressed. No, No, I just, and then I did not know what to say, as I searching for the words.. She was out on that bike often. One day she came off the jump, tried to land a wheelie and wiped out. I was on my break and quickly ran to see if she was okay.“What are you looking at? Did you come over here to tell me I shouldn’t be out here riding? Maybe I should be at the mall getting my nails done or some other girlie shit? To tell me dirt bikes are for guys?” She glared at me, while she tried to pick up her bike. “Nope. I’ve watched you during my breaks. You’re not too bad. I wanted to. My bare backside would take the punishment so she could feel better. She continued for about ten turns and then she paused. By now I had a full erection, even as my rear was warm and stinging. I straightened and turned toward her. She asked, “Are you okay?” noticing my arousal. I said, “This is all for you, not me.” Then I turned back to the rock and bent over again. She whispered, “Thank you.” Her hand was placed back on my back again and she swung ten or so more times when I heard her. ” “Not necessarily,” Ryan said. “Just move on from people quicker than usual. Don’t stay long enough to let them hurt you. Look, if you’d been with your boyfriend for say, a month instead of four years, do you think he would have been anything but loyal?” “That was just one guy though,” Marianne argued. “What if there is someone out there that I can live happily ever after with? If I stay a singleton, I’ll never find out.” Ryan laughed. “Look, this is your problem. You’re hung up on the idea.