"Hey Matt," Matt had staggered into the living room. "Youfancy going somewhere this weekend?" Huh, like where?" He took after his mother when it came...to mornings."Just somewhere in the country. We can go for walks," he grunted."Maybe stop off in a country pub or two." He perked up at the mentionof pubs."Can I have scrambled egg with chorizo, O.M.?" That's a yes," I said triumphantly. "You take after your mum when itcomes to negotiation." Matt smiled at me before staggering off to. Still, we don’t want it to get out of hand. Or do we?”I thought about it for a minute. God knows I’m having one hell of a good time. I thought that maybe I should let Rob decide. I sat back and said, “Listen Mel, I’m not fooling anyone here. You guys know I’m enjoying this as much as you are. I think that before I tell you what happened last weekend though, I need to ask Rob.”Mel’s expression never changed. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone. He placed it on the table in. “You okay?”“Hmm… yes,” she said. “Great really. Just a bit shocked.”“You feel tight.”No wonder. So would I with that inside me. Mary’s chubby arms clung to Jim’s back as he pumped into her, his taut buttocks rising and falling in an ever-increasing rhythm. His strokes were long and Diane wished she could see more of his cock but she daren’t move. Couldn’t risk disturbing the young lovers.“Oh, fuck, Jim, you’re good.”“And you,” he grunted, pounding against her plump groin. “You really are. On the other hand, my cock was throbbing hard as my pre-cum continued to coat the inside of my left pant leg.Eric had provided me with the key to the backdoor of the clubhouse so that I could watch the festivities without Lyndia knowing I was near. I returned the borrowed car and drove around for a couple of hours in my truck; my hard-on didn't go down the entire time. I was dying to know what was happening to my sweet, beautiful wife at the hands of all those bikers.Finally, I couldn't take it.