On the way up I came across a small biker dive and stopped in for a drink and here set a good looking man on a Harley. He said to me nice bike, in a s...arky way! so I said back, what! a Harley is better? he said, hands down it is! prove it to me I said back.Well we could race he says, not going to happen I said back. Ok then, get on the back and I'll show you how powerful and fast it is, alright I can do this I said. He starts up that hog and it sounds like a Harley should, loud and rough. I. “Eric!” I quickly turned toward the voice and noticed it was Brent Morris, my best friend since kindergarten. As he walked towards me with that cocky smile of his, I couldn’t help but actually analyze him for the first time. He was about 5’10”, with a thin but toned body due to long hours of soccer practice. His medium sized jet black hair was tousled around the edges, giving him a somewhat laid back expression. His large green eyes were centered on me as he extended his fist out to me, I. Our bodies switched positions again and now daddy was poised to fuck Shannon. I hald onto his cock and guided it into her. She let out a long deep sigh. Her head turned towards me and the look on her face was indescribably radiant. Daddy was probably the oldest guy she' ever fucked. She preferred older boys, boys with cars but difference in age made real dating tricky so the relationships frequently died after a month or so but she got some wonderful sex out it all. I stroked Shannon's face. I dial the only number I have been given. The number I am to use in an emergency. The phone rings and rings. I can feel panic rising again inside me. I feel as if I am going to lose complete control this time. If only they would answer quickly!"Neena Alexandrovna."It's Gaspazha Neena! Thank goodness! Relief pours over me. It almost feels as if I have been in the shower."Gaspazha Neena, It is Vyera! I am so sorry. I am lost! I don't know where I am and I cannot remember the instructions you gave.