" Better."I told myself, not for the first time, that we were simply two adults with needs and having a bit of fun that would not hurt anyone in the l...ng run."Aughhh, God," I grunted, as 20 minutes into the session my throbbing erection was passing it's load into Alison's vagina. My hands were firmly cupping her breasts as I rolled my hips into her from the rear. It wasn't really my hands that helped her remain on her knees, however, it was the very firm widespread supports of her own. “Guess what Mary, I am so horny and sex starved that I have a man who works as a gigolo coming at three. Would you like to stay and watch?”How could I refuse such an invitation? Little did Judith know I was also horny and sex starved, though she probably guessed.“Let’s have a shower together and you can help me dress for my new man,” she smiled.As we undressed and showered I took the opportunity to ogle Judith’s body, and she mine. Long well-formed legs, neatly trimmed pubic hair, flat stomach,. His belly is covered by fine blond hair. and his biceps ripple when he moves his arms. His tiny, erect nipples point their desire at you, and as your nipples touch his chest you totter on the edge of an orgasm.In one fluid motion he reaches an arm beneath your buttocks and another behind your back, and lowers you to the floor. His hands begin to search every inch of your exposed body, touching, caressing, fondling. Their rough texture on your soft skin belies their gentleness. slowly his right. But here, I saw a lot more.Between 200,000 and 300,000 bikers gathered at Daytona Beach for bikeweek. It wasn't just harleys here, but most of them were Harleys. While I held on, he lead the pack along the roads until we stopped atour accommodation, a warehouse that he had rented for the week. It hadprivacy, room for the bikes, and accommodation areas, perfect for us. Wesettled in and really took in a lot the next day.Showing off the bikes is something that most bikers do. The packs bikeswere.