The three of us were standing there talking when my wife said she needed the toilet, we was left on our own for a minute or two, sandy pulled out her ...air bobble and ran her fingers through her hair, she stood there re bunching it up into a messy bun, as she started to put the bobble back in, her towel came undone and dropped to the floor. I could see everything, her boobs where perfectly shaped and her nipples where massive, like rolo’s.She quickly bent down and retrieved the towel and wrapped. “Mr Shankie didn’t understand it. He thought it was me trying to escape through a window. That’s why he thought something bad was happening.”Mum didn’t say anything. She kept looking at the picture. I could see her eyes flicking around all the details of the drawing. She’d shifted into art mode and was looking at it like it was done by some artist.“I did it on the back of that science test I told you about. I knew I did badly.” I turned the paper over in her hands so she could see the mark. I. . me. In celebration, I purchased a trashed 1965 Harley panhead and completely restored it to almost showroom condition except for adding a suicide throttle.I rode with a very rough crowd in those days drinking and getting into fights and sometimes just for the sake of fighting. Not that I was a hardcore biker but I liked the unfettered freedom that it afforded me and especially the women. In the beginning many of the fights were because word got out that I was somewhat of an intellectual and. .." he smiled and nearly melted my heart with his perfectly white teeth."I've got blue balls from all the touching and rubbing...wanna help me "fix" this problem?" I didn't really understand what he meant when all of a sudden he pulled down his pants and exposed the outline of a massive dick in his boxers. "Truth or dare?" he said."What?" You heard me, truth or dare?" he casually said."Umm, dare." He smiled at me again and spoke the next words slowly and rather seductively. "I dare you to.