.. I wear spedo's and a racing shirtwith my logo on it "YOU NEED-GOT SPEED!" I get some funny looks from people but thats okay I want to be noticed!I...got to admit my ass looks really hot in these things and all the bike riding keeps me toned! This one day I'm delivering a letter to a business in this high rise building so I secure my bike and go inside I let the security guy know who I am andwhere I'm going he points to the elevator and says floor twelve "Got it" I say as I dash for the. His lips on mine, his tongue in my mouth, his groans still affecting me in a visceral way. I continue moving my hand up and down the shaft of his dick while he fondles my breast. I grab him, pulling his mouth to mine. He kisses me hard. I love it. I want to taste every inch of him.He finds the seat lever and uses it to maneuver his seat back. He then pulls me onto his lap where he continues kissing me before he pulls my hair back, exposing my neck. He kisses my neck and follows the line to the. But for the time being she was being straight and was sitting well enough that her skirt covered her well enough.After about 3 hours of train leaving the station , it became bit dark outside and the lights were dimming inside too , Now it was time for us to start our plan. In the mean time the two guys that were sitting beside my wife on some or other pretext touched her , sometime while passing some fruits to the other guy and things like that. Now it became even darker inside so that I. The afternoon was spent at Dorothy's terraced house in a quiet, leafy avenue. Edna and Grace had made other plans, so it was just the three of us. Dorothy was tall and slim, a retired teacher, with carefully combed quite long hair dyed a very pale orange. She probably didn't call it that, but that's how it looked to me.I had met the other two in town on shopping trips. There was Edna, a rough-and-ready little brunette, the joker in the pack, with a coarse sense of humour, and Grace, a slightly.