She stopped and got into the shower, turned it on full heat and squated down so her pussy was exposed and her breasts her thrusting forward. Switching...the shower head (that was attached to a hose) to high massage, she pressed the head to her clit and soon she felt the quivers deep in her body. She hand was rough against her tits and her other hand pushed the shower head closer and closer against her clit, the water massaging her cunt hole and her clit. After a few minutes of indulging herself. ’ She led him past the minefield of museum pieces spread about the floor, and pointed out the old manuscripts, newspaper cuttings and maps displayed on the rear wall. Jack’s loins stirred as she brushed past him, the linen of her chemise against his arm, the crinoline of her full skirt against his leg. Her demeanour, her purity — surely an angel sent to brighten his day. His life, maybe. One could wish, but right now he needed to concentrate. He read avidly the article from a time-yellowed page. Afterwards the city fathers had been quick to accept the terms offered by the Bastard Duke. But, small though the bloodshed may have been, some men had been sacrificed. Among the dead was her Markko, her betrothed. Desolate, unable to settle, dressed only in a shift and plain kirtle, she idly roamed the narrow, twisting streets her mind filled with visions of her lost love and concerns for the future. Many men would welcome the chance to bed her, marry her, breed from her, but how was she to. I've also always have had a soft spot for bikers. The way they look and how masculine they act and the mustaches some of them have, just turn me on so much. I have continously fantasized and dreamed about meeting a 50 or so year old biker with an incredibly sexy mustache and a hugh cock dominate me. Even as writing this I got a hard on thinking about it.The fantasies I've had with the bikers usually start with me teasing him, telling him how I love to give him a good time. I would keep on.