“They should at least show us some respect.” “We were in college before we got married, for chrissake,” Dad said. “Besides, do you really th...nk taking you over taking you over the hood of my GTO bed was respectful?” Things went quiet and then there were some muffled moans and giggles before I heard Mom say, “No, but it was fun!” My eyes popped. Rick covered my mouth to keep a roar of laughter from coming out. We cupped our ears to hear more, but we couldn’t hear anything except for the kitchen. As the day became dark we found a nice little town, stopped got a room , cleaned up, changed and rode to a little bar which also had a few bikes parked outside. The place served food so we ordered and began to drink some cold beers. It was the typical small town place and being new people would stop by to talk and of course talk about bikes. The bikers were great and the evening progressed to where my wife was actually pretty well drunk. When she is drunk she flirts alot which actually turns. With a final grunt, he came, ropes landing on my tummy, my breasts, and even onto my face and glasses. I giggled, taking them off, and putting them on the side of the big desk. Just as I was about to roll off of the desk, he pushed me back gently, and, ever so slowly, licked a trail of cum off of my belly, and with a naughty gleam in his eyes, pulled me back up to kiss me. I smiled and obediently parted my lips as his tongue once again entered my mouth. I could taste the combined us-ness, and I. Clinton Crayle is my name." Just call me Art," the blonde man said. He shook my hand with an odd,caressing touch. "And this," he gestured to the black man, "Is Roger." Charmed, I'm sure," Roger's voice was surprisingly soft. And hishandshake was delicate and lingering. "Art and I have the camper next toyours," he smiled, "We're roomies!" Why not drop over tonight, Clinton?" Art asked, "Roger and I just lovecompany."Somehow, he was eyeing me just as Carla had. I felt a fresh wave ofembarrassment.