I took a good look at him. God he was hot in his tight black leather biker gear. it was pure black and had no shitty tack patterns on it. He smiled ag...in and said 'I don't think so you might need a bit more chrging up' I new now what was going to happen. Before I could even think he pulled me up to him and started kissing me. Our tongues were messaging each others, my cunt was desperate for some penetration. He started stoke my leg with his gloved hands and they worked their way to my already. Hell, I do it all the time. My home computer has more viruses than a Kardashian toothbrush because of all the shit I’ve looked at on line with my toys. That’s not the point anyways… you beat-off, yes?’ He nodded sheepishly after an awkward silence but continued to enjoy the firm handjob she was giving him. ‘Good,’ she replied, ‘I like honesty and I like boys who beat off! Well, when you masturbate you can bring yourself right up to the edge and then figure out where YOUR individual edge is.. She was in his embrace before she could resist. Even worse, she was stunned to discover, was the fact that contact with his body was doing things to her she didn’t want to have it do. At least not at first. Brian’s arms tightened, then he kissed her neck. Fran could feel his erection pressing against her buttocks and a shudder went through her. ‘Brian, noooo!!!’ she murmured, but in spite of herself, she could feel excitement beginning to spread through her. She stiffened, intending to try and. “Okay, just a chat, I can do that I guess,” he said.“Fine, can you make it later today, say afternoon about two?” Trisha asked and was pleased to hear a firm voice say that would be fine.The address was not what the man was expecting; it turned out to be a large private house set back from the road in a quiet lane. He parked on the sweeping gravel drive and walking up to the front door pressed the bell.“You must be Mr. Fisher; come in and follow me please, my name is Trisha and I will be.