" she motioned to the hefty ZZ Top biker " ... were just telling me that I ought to put an anti-theft chain on my bike. I was about to invite them to ...ave dinner with us."Why are guys like that always called 'Tiny'?I said to Arti, "Are you OK?" What?" she seemed to be stuck on that word. "Chill-ax, Zeus. Now let's get some food."So saying, she held the door for the bikers. I now saw it was a mixed group of men and women. I 'chill-axed' and went in after them."Sorry about that, folks," I said as. “You’re not much good as a cuddler!” she yelled at his disappearing back.“You’re not either. And you’re a quilt thief!” echoed back to her.Quilt thief? Really? No way! She wasn’t a cover hog.IN THE BATHROOM, I wondered if Sia had seen my partial erection. It was unavoidable once I understood where my hand was; covering the sweetest boob imaginable, well less than a handful yet delightfully defined. The contrast between the youth of her slender body and the maturity of her breasts seemed to. His stamina was amazing and I was shocked he hadn’t cum yet. I decided it was time to give him a bit of a break though. I got off his cock and positioned myself on the floor, face down ass up. While doing this, I reached being me and spread my ass wide beckoning him to come over. He obliges, gets down on his knees and begins to like my hole and tongue fuck me. It drives me crazy and I want his cock again, but he isn’t done teasing me; it’s his turn to do it now. To tease me he positions. I couldn't hear what Lou was saying and Tricia was panting as if she had sprinted a hundred yards. She kept saying, "Oh, my God, oh, my God! So good, so good! Oh, my God!"She turned her head and looked up at Lou. "Is it always this good?" she asked.Lou looked at me, reached out and touched my cheek. "When you love someone, believe it or not, it's even better," she said.Tricia sighed and said, "If it gets even better than that, how do people survive it?" Well, it is called 'le petite mort', 'the.