Chinyere had certainly done that, often. I knew things about her and her husband that I probably shouldn't have. Since I was the only guy in attendanc... most times, I had been anointed an honourary female, and the girls didn't hold back. I mean, not every conversation we had revolved around worrying about police issues. About the only time I was expected to be a man was when someone needed a hug, and it seemed I had held all of these women nearly as much as I held Kamsy, if for somewhat. It is shiny and in absolute mint condition.He immediately buys it, and asks the seller how he kept it in such Great condition for 10 years.'Well, it's quite simple, really, ' says the seller, 'whenever the Bike is outside and it's gonna rain, rub Vaseline on the chrome. It Protects it from the rain.'And he hands Joe a jar of Vaseline.That night, his girlfriend, Sandra, invites him over to meet her Parents. Naturally, they take the bike there.But just before they enter the house, Sandra stops. He reached over and pulled me on top of him. Giving me a hug he said, yes. Reaching down he rubbed my butt. Moving my legs to his sides I for him, I rested my head on his chest. Tom slid his fingers between my butt cheeks and rubbed my hole. I could feel my dick starting to get hard. Tom said, I think something wants some attention. Looking up I said, it likes what you do to it. Tom laughed and said, let's have a look at it, and pulled me up. I held onto the head board as I felt his tongue. Your pussy smells so sweet, it makes me want to devour you. Your body shakes slightly as you close your eyes, eagerly expecting me to start licking you. But I have other plans for you, baby. I take your socks off and lay you face-down on the bed. I grab a bottle of warm massage oil off the dresser and squirt some across your upper back, between your shoulders. You let out a sigh as your body discovers how soothing my touch is. I get on my knees over your thighs and begin rubbing. My hands move.