‘Zach,’ Gerald Olsen said in a firm, baritone voice, ‘whether you wish to hear it or not, I would’ve been proud to have called you my son.’ ...The two men stared at each other for a few awkward moments before Zach looked over at Sheriff Olsen. ‘All right, what do I need to do to get this piece of shit out of my family’s lives?’ **** One step into the Icehouse and Zach knew he’d entered a different world. The music, the look, and smells all screamed that this was what it claimed to be, a biker. I was wet even before I put my panties on. When we got to the pub we sat at stools at the bar. I noticed the landlord kept giving me strange looks and smirking. I didn’t think anymore of it as we had more drinks. I even gave the landlord and a few others a few glimpses of my stocking tops as I crossed my legs on the stool. It was funny my end of bar was getting busier and my BF liked the attention I was getting too. After drinking for an hour I headed off to toilet as I was bursting. I headed. R take naa peye amar ei obostha ma….ami jani konodin o take pabo na, karon se amar chaite boyose onek boro”…ek niswase kothagulo bole maa er dike takalam.ekotha sune…maa hotat prochondo jore hese uthlo “hahahahaha….jaa sondeho kore chilam…!!! amio etai vebechilam…je tor erokom kichu hoyeche….ore dustu khub pekecho tumi”…maa amar gaal ta tipe diye bollo.“son ei boyose eta natural baypar, hotei pare……r tor to sex sommondhe kono oviggota nei….karon chelera baba kinba dadar kach thekei esob sekhe.. . Thwack??..Thwack!’ Each sound of leather striking flesh the same. ‘Thwack!... Thwack!... Thwack!’ Gripping, stroking himself though his pants leg through the flurry of lashings, finally seeing the stranger beginning to stand, drop the belt across the stool and beginning to unfasten his trousers, he feels a real sense of jealousy almost overwhelming him as his sister’s arms reach out; presses her reddening titties together between them as her open hands provocatively awaits the guy.