It was Angel Harding'slicense. Doing the math, she was 24-years-old, or so her license said. "24.... Angel, c'mon, you can't be more than 19," I said ...ith alaugh. "Fuck you," was her quick reply. "Watch your tongue!" was my quicker reply, although, I should haveexcepted so much. Angel was a tough, biker-chick in the making, complete withthe dirty blonde hair, large breasts and a mouth on her that would make a sailorblush. I was not surprised that Angel's outfit consisted of a black Harleyshirt,. If I thought her tits were terrific then her ass was amazing. She flipped her hair and was busy putting her head band in when I realized I was hard and my shorts did not hide much. Quickly I got up and started walking upstairs. Tina called out "Let me know if everything cums out ok and if I was good - ok?" I stopped but did not turn around and asked what she meant. She told me she knew guys jacked off when they got hard and had fantasies about girls. She told me it was natural but she. She got up and slowly started to push the tip of the cock into my ass. "Fuck me baby, oh god your cock feels good." It was spreading me so wide that I never thought it was going to stop. It just kept going and going, luckily I was so turned on that I was relaxed enough to not bear down on the cock and it slid in easily. She stayed there and let my ass get used to it and then slowly she started to move it in and out a few inches at a time and then got to the point that she was taking it all out. "Not just neighbours,strangers in the street too. Bloody nerve!" I continued. "It's a bit of a cheek, sir." She offered. "I suppose that I should be pleased that you're fully clothed." "Well... not too pleased, I hope." "So... the occasion; should they be smart, casual, smart-casual... formal?" "Not formal... god forbid! It's bad enough that you're calling me sir; contrary to popular opinion, I haven't yet been knighted. My name's Peter... my friends call me Peter, but you can call me Peter.".