She had changed back into her mini-skirt and see-through blouse, but, for modesty sake, had pulled on a light sweater to hide her breasts. She still w...sn't wearing any panties.She pulled the chair around the end of the desk, and sat down, pulling the hem of the skirt high enough so that i could see her pussy, and undid the sweater so I could see her boobs. She set to telling me, in great detail, who she had seen that night, and what they had done to each other. She had a special way of relating. We got closer to get a good look. Jack withdrew and offered me his place. This was a completely new experience for me. I put my mouth to her pussy and started sucking. “No, no, Mark, use your tongue to lick at my pussy and to penetrate my vagina.” I didn’t need to be told twice. I licked her pussy lips and let my tongue explore inside her cunt. The taste was slightly unpleasant, but I figured I’d get used to it. My tongue encountered something sticking outward. That must be her clit. I licked. “No. Two motorbikes,” David replied.The grumble now clearly defined as two motorcycle engines was confirmed when two motorbikes crested the rise of the low hills and began to descend towards the roadhouse; two blurred orbs wavered like a mirage then solidified into two headlights.David and Michelle both smiled. Hopefully one of the riders could ride back and get help.As the motorcycles got closer Michelle’s smile turned to a frown.The motorcycles were choppers, extended forks, custom paintjobs,. This was tang and sass and delish all in one. Writ huge.I was bombarded with the rainbow of passions. Nerve endings everywherewere popping and snapping, my brain had cleared out every other image oremotion ever stored in the memory banks and all I could see was menwearing lingerie and drinking cum like it was champagne from a fountain.Turns out it was lucky I stole two pairs. That way I could wear onewhile the other dried after I soaked it and washed it. And link afterlink took me on a.