”“They are now.”“Are you telling me that you brought us out here to trial a new road bike? Where the hell are we going to ride? You don’t go... to a mountain to ride a road bike.”“It’s a good thing they aren’t road bikes.”“They sure the hell aren’t mountain bikes.”“True, they are cyclocross bikes.”“Cyclo what?”I laugh, then reply, “In Europe, during the offseason, cyclists put their road bikes away and bring out their cyclocross bikes. That way, they get to practice without wrecking their good. His eyes briefly lost focus as they took in Samantha’s state of exposure before meeting her eyes again. The chocolate color had dipped to black show his own lust for the image she presented. Already past caring and with her need building, Samantha dipped her finger into the hot, moist tunnel that has been tormenting her since college started. Her unplanned partner drew his eyes down her body taking in the motion of her hand as she slowly slid her finger back out.The desire to put on a show had. You continue to glide up and down. Pulling off momentarily, you use your index finger to collect then smear the precum that seems to spring from a never ending well. Then once again, your mouth descends upon me with a slight raking of the teeth. You do it not to bring pain, but even more pleasure, causing yet another moan."Enough Cindy, God baby, I don't want to cum yet. I want inside you, now!" I state simply but with an urgency that lets you know that you have driven me near the edge I had. “Maybe we could have some three-way fun.” Brenda reachedover and ran her hand down between my legs.“Is that all you think about?” I said, pushing her away.“Oh and you don’t?”“Mrs. Cummings,” I said with difficulty as Brenda played withme.“We’d love to help you out. Just sent Lisa on over and don’tworry about a thing. She’ll be in good hands.”Brenda laughed out loud at that last comment and I found ithard to.