Now came the hard part: Teaching them to counter steer and find just the right amount of pressure to exert on the handlebars without pushing themselve... over the top. I started them out with just a small amount of pressure. I had each lady sit on their frame while I held them up, then I had them push against the pressure of my hand on the handlebar until I let go so that they would get a feel for how much it takes to make counter steering work, and how much is too much. It really doesn’t take. As I turned my gazed away from the ocean to scan the beach once more, there she was once again. Sitting in the sand and looking out into the ocean, marveling at the sunset just as I was doing a moment ago. She turned to me, smiled and waved. I smiled and waved back. I grabbed my things and walked down the platform to the beach. I lived right of the beach, about a half a mile in the direction that she was sitting. If I ever wanted to actually meet this woman, this would be the perfect time to do. He decides to calm down and allow all the sexual fantasises he's ever had in his life run through his mind. He begins to remember the first time he ever saw a pair of panties, then touch them and eventually jerk off into them. He remembers the first time he received a blowjob and finally fucked a girl. Slowly but surely the thoughts flood into his mind and he is completely aroused. Having his sight taken away and unable to move is driving him insane.Then the door opens and his wife comes in.. She has brown bobbed hair with straight bangs, medium skin, and a slim athletic build that screams basketball player, which she is. She's wearing her usual bright pink with gold lamay tennis shorts and a white tank top that ends just above her navel. Maureen doesn't "do" makeup, but her skin is smooth enough and her lips pink enough to get by without.Next comes Olivia, a couple of weeks younger than Maureen. Her black frizzy hair falls just past her shoulders and nicely offsets her light.