I have since the beginning. But you were married when I came back to claim you. I didn't check up on you again, figuring you were still married, that ...s until I saw you that day coming out the back of one of my places here in Indiana. The rest, as they say in the parlance, is history. "So, will you marry me?" she said. No one, and I mean but no one, in the storied history of man, had ever been as stunned as I was at that moment. But, I recovered nicely. I came around to her side of the table. She enjoyed knowing that they probably noticed her red lace panties. She then wadded her raincoat up and stuffed it on the seat between her and Mason. Sure enough the bike quickly bounced up and down as it rolled over the eighteenth century cobblestone street, jarring the headlight beam in a jerking pattern against the aged brick walls of the closed shops. A short distance later Mason rolled the bike onto a brick and concrete surface and the ride smoothed out. He raced the engine and Eva held. The only fly in the ointment was having to sit in the office and listen to Dale and the other guys talk about their sex lives.Dale, being single, was out looking for pussy every night and he didn't appear to be all that selective about where he got it. He picked up girls in bars and prostitutes off the street. He dated girls from his church group and chased after married women. If it had a hole and he though he could get into it he went for it. His latest thing was massage parlors. He had been. I surprised the "looking for a good time" boys by telling them,"One of you can stick your cock in my mouth and the other can stick his big black dick up my brown eye or in my pussy from behind. If you don't have any lube with you, just spit on it a lot and get it nice and wet before you shove it up."They both laughed a little nervously at my unexpected cooperation. But I had decided that if it was going to happen, I would be enjoying it in my role as my slut bitch sister Miranda.It actually was.