“Ms. Woolson!” Robert exclaimed. “Need a ride home?” Robert stammered. “Uh, not really, I don’t live that far-” Ms. Woolson laughed. “...o more future sex for you then!” She started to pull away when Robert ran after her car and tapped her window. She stopped the car and winked at him. She opened the locks to her passenger car and Robert ran to it and got inside.“Where do you live?” she asked. “Right down this road, and then you take the next left...”---Along the way Robert asked Ms. Woolson how. ” I hesitated. Then I gotundressed. She wordlessly handed me the bag in her handand I put on the outfit. She got out some makeup andstarted putting it on my face.“Let’s see some more walking, honey,” she said when shewas satisfied. She kind of drawled it. “Aren’t youcute,” she added and she patted my ass. Then herfingers edged down the crack of my ass. I couldn’tstand it. “OK, we’re going out,” she said.“No. But they weren’t filled with milk.~~~~~It had started when Melody and Bonnie went on a road trip on Melody’s motorcycle, a Honda Goldwing, out away from the city on a beautiful summer’s day to a small town in the country. They often rode together, as they both enjoyed the physical closeness of Bonnie hugging Melody’s back as she drove, as well as the throbbing machine between their legs.But today their objective was just to enjoy the countryside. After a while, they stopped to get ice cream. She decided on an upgrade last year and the discussion was all about her new girls. Some of the other wives have had their tits upgraded but we never knew any of them before their boob jobs. So, Amanda's new girls were something of a conversation piece. Eventually, we all end up over with the wives and as the afternoon started to wind down, one by one, the couples began to head back to their rooms to get ready for the evening’s activities.Eventually, it was just Amanda and I left at the pool.