When he knocked on the door, she called out and told him to come in.She was still in bed, sipping coffee out of a mug with the morning paper on her la....She smiled at him. "Hello, sleepy-head, I've been up nearly an hour." Morning, Mom." His cock was half-hard, hanging thick over his balls, and he stood there and let her look at it.She ran her tongue over her lips and called him over to the bed. When he reached her, she closed her hand around his cockshaft and fondled his twitching prick."You. Come with me," she said, and turned into the house, not waiting to see if he followed.Inside in the foyer, she turned to Kenny and pointed down a long hall toward an open door to what appeared to be a kitchen. "Go in there and have a seat. I'll be with you in a minute."As Kenny brushed past the woman and the man who had proceeded him, he heard them talking in low tones and saw the man pass some folded paper money to the woman. Seconds later the man hurried up the stairs that climbed above the. I took it as a sign that the conversation was over, so I began to peel off my armor. The cool air caressed my flesh as piece after piece of stifling, dirty leather was pulled from me. I let the strap that wrapped my groin fall to the rocks, and felt the freeing sensation of nakedness through my legs. I stretched broadly, jutting my chest forward and arching my back, craning my neck and spreading my wings to their full fourteen-foot span bask in the sun. Then I stood up, and walked into the. Rain threatened on the horizon and I packed my rain gear along with dressing in layers. When I pulled into the parking lot of the park with my bike on the roof rack, the turnout was about what I expected whenever rain threatened; about half as many riders as when the weather was nice. Nick had called in sick (read, hung over) that morning, so I was going to have to handle the whole herd solo. Instead of the normal twenty or more riders a sunny day would have attracted, today we had ten in the.