She got in my car and slid over next to me and put her hand on the lump in my pants. "Drive Slick, we only have four hours so let's not waste them." R...ndi had my cock out of my pants before we were out of the parking lot and before we had gone a block she asked, "Anybody behind us?" I looked in the rear view and told her nobody was there and she went down on me. I was loving it, but I was also nervous as hell hoping that no one in a truck would pull up beside us and look down and see what was. “Get over here,” I told them, as I turned the lights on. I was shocked to see who they were. Casey, the skinny dark-haired girl from down the block. And Erica, a taller, light auburn-haired girl that hangs out with Casey. I knew them from Ginny, Casey’s mom. They were standing there with their hands over their head.“Don’t scratch my car!” I yelled at them as they walked over. “What the hell is wrong with you two? Trying to get shot?” I told them as they got closer.“We were…” Casey started to. Even in public she was dressing like a biker’s slut. What happened to my rich preppy suburban housewife. Obviously, this biker Butch had transformed my wife into a biker’s girl. Debbie was gone a lot in the evening and I suspected Debbie knew that I was sure she was fucking around on me with god knows how many guys. But that all ended one day, apparently her young biker Butch had used her up and moved onto a younger women. My wife was devastated. One night I heard her over the phone begging. “No Babe, I don’t mind. In fact, I like it a lot.” I could feel her smile run all over her body. This was definitely behavior I wanted to encourage. “Throw something my way and I will run with it.” That got another moan from her…then a responding one from me.“Ok,” her pause was heavy with her thoughts and my anticipation. “I want you to kiss me on my ass and then eat me out from behind.” She buried her face in the pillow she was lying on and, fuck yeah, I just about sailed across the room from.