Now. You can see the rear stand. That needs to be fastened up, which is a lot less convenient than a modern machine. You need to keep the machine bala...ced as you do whatever. I prefer to have a bike leaning slightly towards me. That way, I’ve got more control. Push forward.” She took hold of the handlebars and pushed. The stand swung up with a twang. I watched as Lisa awkwardly (the only time I could ever use that adjective about her) balanced the rear of the machine against her thigh in order. She spread them out on either side of me again and I got my first close up look at her. Her pussy is shaved like mine except for a little tuft of hair on top. Her pussy lips were pink and plump looking, swollen with desire. They glistened in the harsh overhead light and I saw the moisture that had gathered in the opening of her hole. What drew my attention however was the bump that had been concealed beneath her panties.i’ve had anatomy classes so I knew that the same flesh that forms a male. . Ilean over the table and watch as both of them hold their breath. Bothsets of eyes are locked onto the space between me and the green felt.Looking down, I see why. My unrestrained boobs are hanging down andwobbling back and forth. That's so cute how entranced they are. I lookup and lean to the right. On cue, their eyes roll to the right. I leanto the left and they follow. Just for fun, I wave them back and forthunderneath me, and their eyes don't miss a beat. Tee hee! You aregetting. It didn’t exactly hurt, but it got my attention. ‘Remember, dirty words,’ he admonished. ‘Think with them. Men are paying good money for an erotic experience. Think dirty and you’ll talk dirty.’ As he spoke, he slid his finger inside of me. He pushed it in and out gently and asked again, ‘Where is my hand?’ ‘In… In my dripping wet pussy,’ I answered. It was hard to concentrate while he was fingering me. ‘Yes,’ he breathed. ‘You like to finger fuck, don’t you?’ ‘God, yes,’ I moaned. And I did..