’ He replied quickly as he grabbed the carton of milk and maneuvered the top open. He took a gulp from the jug and Sarah winced in disgust. She made...it look real, Wes couldn’t disgust her if he was bathing in milk. He stopped quickly once he saw the look on her face and moved over to the stove to reach for a cup. Sarah didn’t move to make it easier for him to reach above the stove to the cups, she made him stretch his freshly washed body, still damp, over her. She watched him as he did, she saw. We are both lonely and maybe now will be less lonely. We head south on Fourth to fifty fourth avenue then south on two seventy five. I'm doing a good seventy miles an hour, which on this bike is mere childs play, so I rolled on the throttle and a few shakes of the lambs tail I'm doing a hundred and ten.I was surprised how good the bike ran with a passenger. Andrea is a bit chunky and I like that. The bike it seems never noticed, never had to get its second wind, I rolled on the throttle and she. To my surprise she has been very receptive of almost all of it. The first big step was piss play. I was afraid she would just be disgusted and turned off by that and that I would never be able to experience it. But she soon began to actually enjoy pissing on me, and I modified a chair to incorporate a toilet seat to make it more comfortable for her, rather than having to squat over me. But that story is for another time. Only recently, I showed her a video on the internet of a man being butt. With out her breaking their kiss, she starts to move slowly up and down his shaft, making him moan with delight. Her muscles contracting and milking his hard shaft. With a soft growl, he flips her over onto her tummy. Gripping her by the hips, he enters her from behind, making her squeal with delight. Her squeal quickly turning to a passion filled moan as he slams into her, buried to the hilt. He feels his own orgasm building up to a roaring fire as he grips her hips. Revelling in the view of.