. The motorcycle I had was very unique compared to all the newer motorcycles. It was one of the original crotch rocket type and it was simply “bad a...s”. Nights were spent hanging out in front of the motel or cruising the boulevard on my motorcycle with a group of friends. It was so much fun to be able to choose who I wanted to ride on the back. Even though they just wanted to “show off” still a win-win as I would end up with the girl in the room connected to the office at the motel. During the. Phir mena chala gaya..Kuch 2 ghanta ke bad kariban 4pm mera door ka knock karne ke awaj aur jab mena khola to dekha ki aunty he aur wo boli are chintu chalo movie chalte night show me borho rahi hun and wo bhi tender ke bajase out of state gaya hua han ya sun ke mena turant han bol diya ..And hum dono samko bhar chal gay aunty ke scooty me aur me drive kar raha tha to aunty ke bade bade boobs mera upper dab raha tha….Aur hum dono ek horror movie dekha jisme aunty dar ke mare mera hath ya mujhe. "Shit! Sorry.", I exclaimed and flicked the lights off again just as my brain caught up. I was in my room. My apartment. And someone was in my bed uninvited. WTF? So I turned them back on again to see just who it was.My unconscious brain must have been hard at work because as the lights came on and blinded me again, I knew who it was.The last time I'd seen her was "That Night" and the last time we'd talked was not a pleasant memory. She had told me to "Never speak to me again." And I hadn't.. My tongue circles around Mary anus, then I hear her hiss,” stick him”.I feel Tim’s hands nudge my legs open, then he climbs on top of me. I feel his mushroom head searching for the opening, he applies some pressure and I feel the burning sensation as he opens me up. I move back up to Mary’s clit and start working a finger into her ass. She doesn’t stop me, instead she hands me the lube. Hint taken!Meanwhile Tim who has been waiting for me to adjust, begins sinking is boner in me. Yes! .