They don't seem to want to smile or even acknowledge a man's presence, lest we try to solemnize them right there on the threshold of the double doors ...nto Panera. "Why do I fucking come here?" my mind screams.Once I get in, I remember. As snotty as they seem, they still intrigue me. Lean, slender, elegantly, elegantly coiffured women of all ages seem to be able to walk with their noses in the air; unseeing men around them. Others are on their cell phones; oblivious to anybody around them. Is it. We would talk about it during sex and she’d ask me things like … “I’ll bet you’d love to be watching me sucking off a big dick while getting my slimy cunt pounded at the same time … and maybe even have a hard cock up my ass and one in each hand at the same time”. She told me how it really turned her on to have me telling her to fuck and suck and jerk the sperm out of those big dicks. To let some of that cum run down her chin and drip on her amazingly beautiful fine tits. Once she asked me if. What a view, her milk laden tits hanging. i so wanted to suck every drop of milk out of them. She asked "What now." I said that her ass needed to be lubed.I asked her to reach behind and spread her cheeks.She spread her cheeks to reveal her cute little asshole. I spread some Vaseline on her hole. She flinched a little. I asked "Are you OK?" She said "Yea It just feels strange." I said. I am going to put my finger on your ass. You push back as you feel comfortable." I touched her ass and her. We had to scoot around the town center, blockaded by a ‘police action’. The sound of gunshots gave us energy to pedal faster, eastward into the hills. We rode trails to San Andreas Lake, yes, the one for which the famous fault is named. We pitched camp beside the lake. We were only a couple miles from SFO airport but it felt like a mountain retreat. Our ‘camp’ was mostly a tarp hung from ropes between trees, with a groundcloth under our joined sleeping bags. Another couple had a similar setup.