This one would work though." But that's a girl's bike," Jerry sneered."Yep, and without the crossbar it is safer," Gary said."But it is a girl's bike....Bobby is a boy," Jerry insisted."Well, some people would think a girl's bike is better than no bike atall," Gary said. "But let's look at this one. It is the perfect size forhim. Should last him two years, maybe three depending on how fast hegrows." That's a pile of cra ... crud," Jerry sneered. The bike did look likeit was past its best-before. Her body reacted immediately to his touch.“Please,” she whispered.Scott knew her desire and his fingers massaged her hard button. She did her best to kiss him to her rhythm. He would tease her, making her body jolt to her sensitive clit. Sula tried in vain to watch the action in the mirror and also drive safely.She finally had to stop the car. “What’s wrong?” Scott asked, looking around.“Nothing is wrong. I’m not a good driver, to begin with, and I cannot drive safely and watch Jenny pleasure. You reached with your other hand to grab one of the cheeks of her ass. It was firm, rounded and seemed perfectly molded to the curvature of your hand as you cupped it.But something was off, what should have felt silken was like sandpaper in your hand. Her robe, it was coarse and rough, it hurt your neck where her arms were wrapped around you. But there wasn’t a scratch on her, her skin was flawless and creamy, certainly, if she was wearing such a coarse garment her skin would show some. She loved her body and hoped he would love it too. She applied her makeup and walked to the wardrobe to select her clothes for the evening. The red Basque would look very good under her blouse and her black skirt would hide the fact that she wasn’t wearing panties. What would be seen though would be the suspenders under that short skirt and maybe a hint of stocking top. She was going to wear her long thigh length patent leather boots, the heels were a good six inches and almost stiletto like..