I don't know why I had the rodeo on my mind today, I was deathly afraid of horses, and not interested in any of that, but right now I felt like a ride... in the chute on her bronco, waiting for the horn to blow so I could get my ride going. Sometimes, I get the craziest thoughts on sex...does that happen to any woman but me? Al broke into my thoughts about a bucking bronco ride. He kissed my shoulder and my neck, right exactly on the "fuck me right now" spot and nuzzled it and kissed it and. Our mistake led us to a grassy valley between two cliffs, which ended up with a small and very secluded rocky beach, but with grass banks almost up to the shore. There was what looked like a perfect camping spot under a couple of gnarled oak trees, and a half-derelict stone cowshed offered somewhere to stow the bikes. I don’t remember who vocalised our thought first, but the suggestion that we spend a few days camping in this very private spot received unanimous support.At the track junction. Then they went back into their tent and made love until their mixed cum soiled the sleeping bags.They checked back into the hotel on Saturday afternoon so they could have a night on the town and Maggie would have a better chance to get an early start for her drive home. They had seafood dinners at a nice restaurant overlooking the narrow river, then a couple drinks at a small bar where a jazz trio was playing. Their moods became more melancholy as the evening wore on because they knew this. The leader, a big burly man, gets off his bike and says, “What are you doing?” “I’m going to commit suicide,” she says. While he doesn’t want to appear insensitive, he also doesn’t want to miss an opportunity, so he asks, “Well, before you jump, why don’t you give me a kiss?” She does, and it is a long, deep, lingering kiss. After she’s finished, the tough, hairy biker says, “Wow! That was the best kiss I’ve ever had! That’s a real talent you’re wasting. You could be famous. Why are you.