"Has he ever balled you on that bike?" she asked.At first I didn't know what to say. I'd just never met anybody quite like Ronnie; her easy, frank man...er was hard to adjust to after living for so long in such a different world. She saw my hesitation and raised her eyebrows."You can tell me, Shelly." It might be... K--k--kind of hard." My face reddened. "I mean the motorcycle is so small and..."Ronnie laughed and rolled backwards on the rug. "I really go for you, Shelly," she said. "You're too. They were both rubbing her down in the back seat, him more than her. She was just rubbing her leg. This material, being very innocent was perfect to catch on my phone.Within five5 minutes of the rubdown, my mom was asking when we would be there because she was dying for a cig. My stepdad, having control of my wife’s shoulders, reached down and lifted her right arm, sticking Courtney’s hand right on Mom’s face. He said, “Why don’t you suck on one of her short stubby little fingers.” She grabbed. ” Without any audible response, I grabbed his hard cock and slid it into my inviting pussy. As I started wiggling my butt, Shaun reciprocated by thrusting his cock deep inside me. Sitting up, astride him, I rode Shaun like a bronco rider. It did not take too long before I knew he was about to cum. His body froze, went rigid as he started to deposit his load of cum deep inside me. Bending forward, I kissed him on the lips as we embraced, the intensity of his ejaculation subsiding. For the next. Before it's too late..." Hmm. A strange, yet interesting choice of words, Robert. Before it'stoo late indeed. Perhaps I'll give you one last chance, for dear Jill'ssake. If you can prove to me that you're not a sissy, I'll tear up thecontract you signed, destroy the photos, remove the belt and let youback into jeans and t-shirt." You will?" But understand this. If you prove you are a sissy, there will be aforfeit."I didn't like the sound of this. Surely it must be another of Emma'stricks."All.