Treating myself to another smoke. I sat on the back seat. My conquest lay on the floor below me, my feet resting on the whore’s shapely, small ass. ...umbling, fearful pleas filled the air. She wiggled and contorted her body, with a pleasing, pointless attempt to free herself. An old collapsible shovel sat on the seat. I grabbed it and opened it, it was a short one, I took hold of it just above the top of the blade, bent down, raised it over her head and neck and smashed the handle down, just. I told her to roll over, and she did. Now on her back, I began rubbing her thighs. I'd rub up to inches before her sweet cunt and then start the process over. I began to kiss her bare thighs right up to her pussy. I was rubbing her nice big booty. I placed one finger in her pussy, and she quivered a bit; I put two fingers inside of her, she let out a moan. I fingered her tight wet, moist pussy while she lay on her stomach, moaning. After fingering her from behind, I rolled her on her. Miles had manage to remove the motor from the bike. Even that stretched his knowledge. He had definitely hit the wall, as far as his skill set was concerned. Oh yeah, His real skill lay in finding and ordering the parts needed for the real mechanic. Every few days Miles went by to deliver a part, or just to look at the motor and maybe have the mechanic explain how something worked. It had been an expensive build, but Miles had expected that. His main concern was reliability. He felt like he had. Kissing me with a longing and a hunger I could understand.She spoke huskily as we stopped to catch our breath."Do you know how long I've wanted to be kissed like that? I love a woman who can kiss, and who can kiss back." I smiled a wordless reply, as she completed my thoughts for me."Yes, this is going to be quite a journey!"A combination of exquisite kissing, and the potent wine, probed deeply into my being. My own animal instincts paced anxiously, waiting to be released. I sensed an urgency.