I hadn’t noticed the mature guy properly before but now that he had drawn my interest, I checked him out. He must be in his late 40s, probably even ...arly 50s maybe.He was a bit shorter than me, but not by much, 5’9″ or 5’10” probably. He seemed to have a well-maintained physique but receding hairline and gray hairs were showing his age. The guy had a light mustache and bit of stubble on his face, giving his otherwise very business-like appearance a bit of raw and rough manly edge.As I steered. Since I knew that the ladies loved a challenge, and in particular challenges that involved rewards, I added a series of simple challenge events to each Wednesday evening training ride. For the first week, we worked on riding skills. This involved finding a flat grassy field and working on such skills as balance and turning. I was trying to get them to understand a little known, and less understood skill called ‘counter steering’. In counter steering, the goal is to be able to fly downhill. He smiled at the woman as he took the pass from her. He chatted with her for several seconds after signing his name, but was relieved when the flight attendant arrived to shoo the passengers along. So much for flying incognito. Turning away, he sank low into his seat and focused once again on the tarmac outside. He tried to return to his happy thoughts of home, but he couldn’t. Instead, his mind turned to the not-so-pleasant things that awaited him, like the stares he was sure to get. In some. As she did so, Roger moved before her to present his stiff cock to her lips. She gobbled greedily on his shaft, as behind her Doug shuffled into position, bending over her back to reach under her and stimulate her clit as he mounted her. The force of Doug’s thrusts jerked Julie back and forth, driving her suctioning lips up and down Roger’s shaft in a fucking action that soon had him surging to climax. Racked with sensation, and the stimulation of taking a cock at either end, Julie orgasmed yet.