I was profile to my audience. Oil was poured on my backside and massaged into my cheeks and on my hole. His fingers rubbed the outside of my sphincter... loosening me for him. I looked back and he was applying oil to his cock. It looked huge erect. A minimum of 8 inches long. He grabbed my hips, his hand and my body warm and slick from the oil. The other hand guided his cock into me. First the head of his penis teased me and then he popped in. I gasped and gripped the sides of the lounge. Then. " "Maybe you have a point," Nichole admitted grudgingly. "So what are we going to do about Jason?" "What do you mean?" Rachel asked cautiously. "My son blackmailed my sister into fucking him," Nichole told her seriously. "He needs to be punished." "Really?" Rachel grinned. "What did you have in mind?" "Well..." Nichole grinned back. "It has been quite some time since I gave him a good spanking." Jason lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling until he eventually drifted off. He was temped to. You started kissing me all over my naked body. First my lips your tongue and my tongue dancing around together. Then you go down to my chest and suck one of my boobs and the next one, as you do that so amazing, feels so great then you kiss my belly then going down to my inner thigh one side to the next then you start to lick my clit flicking it with your tongue the way you do. Oh it feels so mind-blowing to me; I just love it when you do that to me. I start to squirt in your mouth, over and. Gus was glad to see the bike and gave it a good long look, but was happy with how I was treating her.Parade plans hadn't changed, but some of the details had firmed up. I had names and numbers to call on Parade day to get directions for lining up. Turns out that this is something of a variable, not just from year to year, but from day to day as the parade drew closer. Some people assumed the Harley folks were collectively disreputable, and tried now and then to put a crimp in their parade.