" Odd for a tough biker but I felt safefor some reason. I sat down as he reached around a started kissing me,sweetly or passionately but not as a sex ...razed maniac I was expecting.I kissed him back enjoying the feeling. He played with my tits, pulledoff my shirt, unclasped my bra and licked me all over, focusing on myerect nipples. I moaned from the pleasure. His movements were very slow,very deliberate, very sensuous. Strange for a biker. He moved his handdown to my "pussy" and I pulled it. I now crawl to her, buried the face in to her raised petticoat kissing her thighs madly, I took my hand in and started caressing her ass, then I pulled down her panties, till her toes, exposing her pussy, with her petticoat pulled up her lower thigs, there she was sitting with her legs spread wide open enough for me to see her pink pussy , I saw the place as if it was the one, and looked straight at my moms eyes, she made an eye contact, that was filled with lust and in her eyes she had this. I look down at you. Wish I could rip my beating heart out and throw it in your face. Watch you eat it, teeth ripping it to bloody pulp. I didn’t survive prison for this.“That’s what’s fucking up. You want it painted too?” I mutter hoarsely to myself as much as to you… to her.“Wait… what?” you stutter, eyebrows furrowing confusion. “Hey, where’s my apology!”I don’t hear you. Don’t care. I need air, space. I can’t breathe.The doors finally hiss open and I stumble out, not caring I’ve left my. Erin was as hot as happy with this new ass experience. High up the mountain she could moan and scream as loud as she liked. "Awww Pete. This heaven. Don´t stop. Keep doing me." Pete felt her orgasm nearing and moved a bit faster.As soon as Erin came again, he slowed down and left the her nerve center handling the messages of pleasure from all over her body. Despite Erin being much tighter there, he knew he´d keep it up for her much longer than during their first loving and lusty close.