Nothing pornographic about them. OK, I hadn't expected that they would. But still, I had been a bit worried I might not like them, might not like how ... looked in them, or even worse, might not like what Ann saw. But they were really nice, although I still felt myself blushing and being more than only a bit embarrassed while looking at them. Or maybe I was embarrassed because I liked them.But I think I got a glimpse of what Ann had seen. Or rather, what she saw when she looked at me. In some of. Biting her own lip, almost to the point of bleeding, she rubbed herself and shook and quivered as wave after wave of pleasure and orgasm took her. Legs weak, almost unable to walk, she slowly and quietly left the side yard and went home. Unsure as to how to handle the situation, but knowing now, flush from an orgasm, was not the time. Once home, she layed on her bed to think. She wondered how long her husband had been gay, but also why she had become so turned on. She admitted to herself, it. We both laughed but she made no effort to pop it back into her bikini. It was a very nice tit with a big nipple. A few seconds later she pulled on her bike gear. Helmet and gloves. I nipped up to the house and got my own gear on. I have to admit bike gear doesn't really lend itself to glam lol. It was all loose and baggy.She jumped on her bike to steady it for me. I stepped on and swung my leg over the pillion seat. She called out to me to get closer. The internal mic had a short lead.We got. ’ ‘Please stop.’ ‘No, tell me what she said.’ Finally unable to take any more she said, ‘OK, but I’m only doing this under duress.’ Misha stopped and laying down sideways facing her, his hand resting on her belly, his head propped up on his hand he whispered, ‘Tell me Froo, what was it that made you so wired up after you came out of the kitchen tonight?’ Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and said, ‘That you only went on the blind date on a bet. Am I a bet Misha, are you slumming it with.