" the stories all started with that. Eight miles long and steep enough for truck runoffs every mile, Montana posts troopers strictly for speeders. The...hill has a sixty-five mph limit ... very enforced. Each and every ticket issued to the bicyclists was for at least 75."Didn't you pay the fine?" Heck no ... can't beat a speeding ticket for proof."And someone else said, "Except for Annie's broken leg."Everybody laughed and someone asked what we were doing.Grace said, "Buying a boat."That brought. But even though I act prim and proper so that no one would suspect -- surprise! -- I spend more time having sex with men during the week than in doing housework.Kathy has indeed been lucky in not getting caught in her dual life.Sooner or later that luck will run out, and if her husband is like most, divorce will follow.However, I should mention that a few husbands find out about their wife's activities and encourage them to continue -- either because of the money, because it keeps them. ."The crowd started to boo and Simon scanned Casey's face for help. Hisfriend just shrugged as people egged him on."Don't be a pussy!" a young male voice shouted out, probably belongingto some middle school student.Simon sighed as he was handed the hammer, the big red mallet mockinghim. He stared up to the top of the tower up where the bell was. He hadyet to hear it ring, but he figured he could at least manage to notembarrass himself. If he just swung it as hard as he could, what couldgo. They both get up and come over to where I am of them standing behind me and one in front. The one in front comes in for a kiss and the other is rubbing my ass and then is rubbing my cock through my jeans. This is what I've been wanting and hoping for a while now, so in response to the kissing and rubbing I have one hand on each of their cocks rubbing them and man they are hard cocks. I get down to my knees and unzip both pair of jeans and pops out a 8inch and a 9inch cock, uncut and beautiful..