"I love your taste."She sucked the finger again, then sat up, convulsively. She stared at my crotch, where I knew my little buddy was standing at the ...osition of slightly drunken attention, poking out of the little forest of brown hair down there. She rolled to her hands and knees, her face right above my cock."Will I like your taste too?" she asked."I don't know," I answered honestly."I've never done this before," she said, reaching for my cock."Really?"Her head swiveled and those green eyes. Her na?ve questions were a pleasant distraction. I mounted and started my Ducati and headed down pit road, weaving my waytoward the track and turn one. I love the V.I.R. north course with itsseventeen turn 2.25 mile layout. It's technical and fast with deceptiveelevation changes. It's not a track to try to go fast too early.After building up some heat in the tires, I searched for breathing pointsand a rhythm, and then picked up my speed. I began my braking for turn one at the four hundred foot. He dropped his backpack on the floor and came up to me, standing only inches from me. From a distance, he could have looked at me, devoured my nakedness with his eyes. But, he came to look deeply into my eyes. He didn’t even take one of the drinks, he put his hands on my shoulders … and looked into my eyes, a smile slowly forming on his mouth.“This is your answer?” His smile growing at the realization of what this meant.I think I might have been blushing. I felt like I was. “Do you have any. Crossing this bridge took them out of New York and they entered New Jersey. Now the road name changed and instead of the Brooklyn/Queens Expressway, they were on the Staten Island Expressway, although it was still labeled I-278 Being a Friday and just before noon, the freeways were fairly busy and he had to keep his eyes on the road. But that didn’t keep Kevin from surreptitiously adjusting the interior rearview mirror so he could get a better view of the attractive lady sitting in the back.