Other bikers, who had followed them from the bar, roaring up. Dismounting. Laughing. Excited at such incredibly beautiful new prey. One of t...em grabbing her bare arm and pulling her with them. Standing, trembling, in the center of a room. Twenty or thirty or more men sitting on old furniture or leaning against walls, beers in hand, feral eyes on her. One smelly tattooed bear of a biker, swiping a paw as he passed, hooking the top of her slip, shredding it, leaving her naked.. All the bruises I observed were fresh, and sometimes the owner of the bruises were still sniveling and weeping."You are quiet today, Nolan," Fawn observed."I'm a simplex system," I explained. "I can send or receive, but not both at once. You have a lot of things I need to listen to. I can send an occasional handshake so that you know I'm still on line and in sync, but you'll have to tell me when that is just right. Too much, like now, and I miss what you're saying. Too little and you may think. “Slowly,” she said, “work it in slowly.” She shifted her hips slightly to accommodate the unaccustomed presence of something inside her ass. “Am I hurting you?”“A little,” she replied, punctuated by a gasp of breath. “Oh, it feels so fucking big!” I squeezed her breasts hard, flattening t hem against her chest, as I softly kissed the nape of her neck. “I don’t believe how tight you are!”“Are you in all the way?” she gasped. “I feel like I’ve been split in two!”“Just a little more. ” I pressed. "Leah this is ......" Mike, I know. I've heard a lot about you" "Oh Shut up Leah no you haven't" Already I could sense the tension between the sisters and later I would find that she often talked to Leah about how me and how she could "win me over". But at this point, the only thing I could fucking focus on was Leahs drop dead gorgeous rack. She took over the beer pong table in her confident manner, just seizing the ball from some guys hand and saying "be my partner were going to run this"..