I say, “You’ll need to trust me. This will be an experience you need to feel to believe. Do you trust me Kenny dear? If you do trust me, just nod....�� To my deepest surprise, Kenny nods his head up and down. I continue, “Stand right here. Put your hands behind your back and enjoy.” I bend over placing my hands on the side of the pool table my ass is inches from Kenny’s erection. I start to sway my in a circular motion, first to the right and then to the left, I see that Kenny is memorized by my. It felt good to hear the engine run again; and it soundedas it had fifteen years earlier. Its power pulses elevated my heartrate. I wondered if it would give me life in return for the life I hadgiven it.I showed Willie how to safety wire the bike and left her to it while thedisassembly of the Kawasaki began.Without my prompting, she cleaned and waxed the bike's bodywork andinstalled it. The finished product awaited a rider's ass for finaladjustment.Getting the Kawasaki ready had been a replay. I remembered an erotic sex novel a friend of mine stoled from his older brother. In it everytime the guy saw a hot naked woman his cock got hard and for the first time in my life it was happening to me. It also talked about how he would shoot cum out of his cock and all I could think of was I didn\'t want that to happen in my pants.It was about then that I remebered the window in the back of our garage. I ran into the garage and locked the door. I raced over to the window which had been painted. “I’ll lead, you follow,” the escort breathed, proffering a hand. Maddie took it. Like a moth drawn to a flame, she trotted after the girl whose floral aroma perfumed the air. Her gaze lingered on the gym-toned ass-cheeks that wiggled delightfully as her stilettos clicked rhythmically across the tiles. At the far end of the room, where the traffic in and out of the stalls was lightest, the escort halted. A slender, red-tipped finger touched Maddie’s lips. The other hand guided her backward,.