They spent several hours there, including a picnic lunch; it might be overgrown and neglected, but it's on the edge of the city and quite pleasant. By...the end of the day, Abigail was competently starting, moving off, controlling and stopping the old AJS; she'd even managed to ride several circuits of the centre, getting up to third gear once or twice. She was very proud of herself.In return, Mike agreed, rather reluctantly, to accompany Abigail to the dojo, where he began to learn the basic. " she said and I followed her in, closing the door behind me."The lounge is on the right if you want to make yourself at home Emily." I informed her and then asked her if she wanted a glass of wine to which she gratefully said yes please and I went into the kitchen.It only took me a couple of minutes to get the wine and a couple of glasses and as I turned and walked into the lounge I could see that she was sat on the sofa, legs crossed and the light from the large window was showing her. 'Sam, ' if you are reading this, sorry. You are always in my thoughts. Bits and pieces are returning and it's not that I tried to forget you. But, well, briefness does that.Well, my relationship with Sam was brief. But again I'm getting ahead of myself.So, I had moved over a bar stool and as I tried to recover from that Steel Blue spotlight beaming at me from above that wonderful smile, she just said as she put her hand on mine, "Yes, I'd love to dance."Not that she was forward. She was. I ease up, the pain is almost gone and the pleasure rises. Buck fucks me hard, he changes the rhythm of his thrusts constantly so that it’s pure pleasure for me. Two daddies try to stuff their fat cocks in my open mouth, making me gag in the process. I try as hard as I can to pleasure them. After a couple of minutes of hard fucking Buck and I are both covered in sweat and he grunts: “Fuck yeah, boy!! I am so close! I’m gonna seed your tight fuckhole good!!” After only a couple more thrusts his.