Ben would have loved to go rumble with them, kick their asses, but those gangs didn't fight fair. They had guns and rockets and they liked to use them... They gave biker gangs a bad name. Oh, well. They had their turf, and the Polecats had theirs. As long as no one strayed over the invisible border into Polecat territory, then every body stayed happy.Ben and his men had stopped off at their old haunt, the Kickstand at the end of a long hot ride. Quohog was a biker's barkeep. He knew when to talk,. It was like I was actually with a woman."She suddenly acted coy. "The device did it's job then. No let's get you cleaned up and dressed before anyone gets back." He looked down at his naked self. "Great idea. And where the hell did all my sperm go? I could have sworn I made a big mess. At least that's what it felt like." You must have shot it to the top of the pump. Don't worry, I'll throw it away."Just then, she looked up and saw Marisa through the window in the other office. Her back was. As Cheryl was making short work of Tiffany's cunt, I positioned myself behind her and entered in one smooth thrust. Cheryl let out a groan as her own pussy was filled with my hard cock. She wasted no time meeting my thrusts with those of her own as she returned to her cunt licking . The room was filled with moans and sighs and we nearly drowned out the stereo as we continued our small chain of passion. I was pounding Cheryl's pussy with hard, savage strokes. Cheryl was thrusting her ass and. ‘It’s lovely to meet you at last Harold, come in, let’s get to know each other better’Leading him into the lounge, Harold noticed that is was hotter than usual and that the floor was not carpet but very expensive large marble tiles with just a few rugs. She had arranged it so that she sat opposite him and had a very large pot of coffee ready. ‘It’s warm in here, do you mind if I take my jacket off, Sofie?’‘Sure, and I hope you’ll be taking more off as we get to know each other better’, she.