On the bike, our minis barely covered our butts. From the front there weren't any tell-tale signs of our penises, which were neatly hidden by our thon... panties. Marcia was up front driving while I sat behind. We giggled like crazy as we blatantly checked out at all the guys who were eyeing us as we rode by.It was still too early to reach the pub so Marcia decided we'd race a little on the outskirts of town. We found a nice desolate road, and we were speaking about the usual girly stuff, talking. "Rogers. Harrison Rogers," he says to me, frowning slightly. He issurprised - they always are. Why on earth would a successful businessmanlike Gerald Hammersmith have a male secretary, after all? I watch asRogers's eyes narrow, then he gives the usual slight shake of his head,and then a shrug. They all go through the same thought process: is Geraldactually gay and the womanizer reputation a fake? No, if he was then hewould have a much more attractive male secretary than the slightlyoverweight. I hurried under the building and searched around to find a place where my gear could be put out of sight an easy reach. I saw a bit of a confined crawl space and after doffing my gear in order to fit into it discovered that it was a cul-de-sac. I gathered my gear and pushed it into the space a large stone that lay loose on the ground made an adequate plug for the hole and further concealed my work from anything that was apt to be too interested in it.I examined my cache and decided that it was. OOHHH”, he shouted MINATI I WOULD FUCK YOU AGAIN AND AGAIN, I ALWAYS WANTED TO FUCK MY FRIEND’S WIFE….YES COME ON…YOU ARE MY WHORE NOW…YOU ARE MY RANDI……YES MINATI YOU ARE MY RANDI….I WILL FUCK YOU ALL THE TIME…I WILL FUCK MY NEIGHBOR’S WIFE ALWAYS….I was in heaven as I was kissing him and biting his lips. Both of us were breathing heavily, moaning and groaning MMAOOOAAA… HARISH………YOU WILL KILL ME……..ITS TOO MUCH HARISH….AAAHHH…..his cock went deep in my cunt and I was so hot from inside that.