No big, open derailleur for her! Bessie might be a boy's bike but she was a lady with her special bits tucked demurely away, out of sight. I still rem...mbered how Carl and I had deciphered the mysteries of that marvelous mechanism one rainy weekend.There was a new seat, of course, with a soft fake fur cover to welcome my so often naked tushy. I hoped it was washable, 'cause sometimes I do leak a bit.I had to ride her. I just had to. Nudging the kickstand back I bumped her gently down the two. When I got to her tree I couldn’t help but shine the light on her nude body. She was certainly a pretty girl but her breasts were perfect C-cups, she got those from her mother. Her pussy was shaved almost bald with one of those landing strips on her pubic mound like my wife wears her pubic hair.I expected Evelyn to say something about me looking her over or to tell me to hurry up but instead she said, “I’m so glad that you came by. I’ve been here for a couple of hours and I’m starting to get. The story is in partially hindi partially english . Yeh baat dec 2016 ki hai jab mei Mumbai new year celebration ke liye jaa rha tha 20th ki shaam meri ignore se Mumbai ki train thi , I was coming alone. So my friends dropped me to the railway station and I went forward to get into my seat. As it was afternoon’s train so at 4:30 the train started to move.It was 3rd a/c and my seat was top berth. In the compartment of 8, there was a small family of a new couple and their 1yr old who were also. Next day he messaged me early. He had told his family he was going to take more time for his exercise today. He was going for a longer bike ride to get a good hard work out. His parents agreed as long as he kept his distance from others. He showered and dressed in his best cycling gear and headed off south to get his cock sucked. I saw him walk in to my hallway through the glory hole. Rolling his expensive looking racer indoors with his bike shoes clip-clocking on the floor. He looked splendid.