~~~~~It had started when Melody and Bonnie went on a road trip on Melody’s motorcycle, a Honda Goldwing, out away from the city on a beautiful summe...’s day to a small town in the country. They often rode together, as they both enjoyed the physical closeness of Bonnie hugging Melody’s back as she drove, as well as the throbbing machine between their legs.But today their objective was just to enjoy the countryside. After a while, they stopped to get ice cream cones.Once they had their cones, they. This did not feel right to me. This was not how we were. Yet, there was something going on. The air was thick with it. A storm of change was crashing against us and what we had been, relentlessly ripping at it, breaking it, forever twisting it into something new and unknown.I was at war with myself and the implications of these changes. In the end, there was really only one way to respond, for better or worse and I knew it. I hardened my resolve and pushed forward.Taking in a deep breath I held. I said theylooked very good, she then asked Robert if he had them in taupe,he again went to the rear storeroom.Whilst he was gone again, I said, “he must be able to see yourpanties”. Lynn smiled and said “No he can’t, anyway, I’m notwearing any, but he’ll find out soon enough”. I called her arandy slut as Robert walked back into the shop. I also noticedthat under her cotton blouse she wasn’t wearing a bra and hernipples were starting to poke. He did so, thanking me profusely. He was drying his hair for a few minutes while I went to the kitchen for a cup of tea for him. He thanked once again and gulped the first couple of sips. I told him to sit on the wooden chair as his clothes were still wet. He sat at the edge of the chair. I looked at him now, for the first time in detail .He was quite well built and would have been in his early twenties. He looked at me in anticipation. Then, I remembered the purpose of his coming to our house..