It looks ... good on you. The tan, the beard, the pony tail. You look like a biker guy,” she said, still examining me.“Naw, I’d never qualify,�... I chuckled. “No tattoos, no piercings, no Harley, and no bitch.”She seemed to be taken aback by the harsh comment despite the fact that I’d said it in good humor.“How did you find me?” I wondered.“Uhhm ... Olivia. She said you were working in a motorcycle dealership, so I took a guess and started with Sacramento. I wondered if you might have gone back. No text trail to leave as evidence.“Hi Kathy. Sure I’d like some. Be right over.”Even though I was 19, I rode my bike. Didn’t want to borrow the family car and it was easier to stash out of sight. I went in the back door. Kathy was waiting at the kitchen table, naked as usual. Her 26-year-old body had nice curves including the full and slightly sagging breasts.“C’mon big boy, get naked. I’m horny!”I stripped in the bedroom and she grabbed for my already risen pecker. She tasted it a bit then. With no hesitation Lynn puts her head into my lap and I'm overwhelmed with pleasure as she takes my stiff wood into her mouth. Slobbering and moaning this woman unleashes some of the best head I've ever had. Flicking my dick head with her tongue, then sucking the entire shaft down with no gag. Gripping, squeezing even slapping her huge ass at one point, I can't believe I'm about to fuck this woman. From the back? Lay her down and mount that pussy missionary? Im going over in my head what. Maybe I also fell in love with her then too. Ty almost dropped the pizza coming to the conclusion that he loved his best friend. ‘Hey, are you okay?’ Nyla asked as Tyler stopped mid stride and stared at her. ‘Tyler.’ She said with a nervous lilt to her voice. Maybe he is going to hurt me. She thought as she backed up a few steps, her sudden movement knocked Tyler back into the present. ‘Oh, sorry what did you say?’ he asked as he walked toward Nyla to sit the pizza on the coffee table. .