It was full of clothing a “Goth” or biker chick would wear. There were tight cut off shorts for summer, black leather bras, black nylons, leather ...ests and leather pants. I found a pair of black combat boots and a denim vest with the words “Butch’s Old Lady” embroidered on the back. Again, I went out of town on a business trip but I decided to come back two days early. As I planned I drove past the biker bar and it was packed. Sure enough, her car was parked outside. I drove home, changed and. We remained nose to nose, her eyes staring into mine. She moved her hand up under my dress and started lightly scratching my clit through my knickers, giving me instantaneous tingles and renewed wetness in my underwear. A whimper escaped my lips.“I love your kitten-like whimpers when I touch you. Yes, you need some toys, so we can have fun using them on each other.”Jennifer was leading me into previously unexplored territory again. I felt a mixture of excitement, anticipation, and a little. She screeched " AAAAHHH! TAKE IT OUT! AAAAAHHHH! " Pulling back several inches, I see lots of blood covering my cock, and dribbling down on to the bed. Then I drive forward again, slamming the head right up against her cervix. I still had a few inches of shaft to go, but that would take a bit of pile driving action. I draw back and start ramming the tight pussy as she howls pitifully " OMG! AAAAAHHHH! AAAAAYYYY! AAAAHHHH! ". She was so fucking tight and locked around my cock.Whatever it felt. Stella was just getting up from the couch in the living room. She rushed to meet me at the door. Her huge tits were flopping every which way as she hurried over. She definitely was not wearing a bra and her shorts might as well have been panties. She obviously remembered the outfit that turned me on last time. She smiled at me sexily and grabbed me for a hug and a kiss."Hi Stella," I said as I backed away from her hug."Hi Don, I have a message from Carolyn and Ellen. I am your 5:30.