Then I would evaluate the required cost and effort to repair the bicycle. If it was clearly more expensive to repair the bicycle than it was to buy a ...ew one. I would most definitely scrape the bicycle and replace it. Most humans would as well.Only a human would spend the extra money to rebuild a worn out bicycle, just because it had been a gift from a lover. A person without the emotional baggage would simple melt it down and start over.Yes, I still rode the Gunney's bicycle, so I guess that. I was in awe. My sister was masturbating while sucking my cock.No wonder I was having such erotic dreams when I took the pills.I watched my sister suck me for another 15 minutes before I saw my sleeping self stir a little and heard a slight grunt.My sisters bobbed faster and then she stopped and brought her hand back up and stroked me. I could hear her softly moaning, “Mmmmmm.”I felt weak! Was I cumming in my sister’s mouth? Was she swallowing it?That could explain why there wasn’t any cum in. Christ she looked like one of them gang sluts you see in hells angle films, as all her legs were visible as she hung on to me tight as we speed off.The club was hard to find as it was on the outskirts in a real rough area of the city. After riding around for a while we found it down an alley way. It was a real sleazy run down looking place. A lot of noise was coming from inside and it sounded as there was a lot of people in there. This was made obvious by the amount of motorbikes, and old cars. I am glad for a minute to think here. Do I really want to do this? I have a beautiful girlfriend who is the best thing in my whole life. I don’t think I could ever live with the guilt. I decide I’m going back out there and telling her that we can’t have sex.I rehearse the little speech in my head as I re-enter the bedroom, stepping towards the bed. I need not have bothered, Victoria is out for the count, mouth wide open, snoring loudly. I decide not to wake her and creep downstairs. The wine.