It must have been in 1959 or '60 that I set out from the San Francisco Bay area to Mexico on my old Harley Davidson motorcycle.The Harley broke down o...n the Santa Monica Pier and I was too broke to buy the parts to fix it. I was befriended by John and Anna, who owned the Venice West Cafe. They fed me delicious hamburgers and all the coffee I could drink.While hanging out there, I attracted the attention of a very nice older man. He wasn't all that old, maybe in his early thirties. That seemed. " Please forget about that, Vinnie. Remember the good times. Remember how happy we were together and how much I love you."I pulled the hood from her head. She blinked from the light and tried to focus on me. When she did, I saw regret in her face. And sorrow. And honesty. But I saw him, too. In my mind, I saw him fucking her. I saw the joy she had when I fucked her, but she was fucking him.I turned away to stumble to the cabinet. I opened it and fumbled through the pain-causing toys. Riding. My breath came faster and I felt my nipples stiffen under the ministrations of Adrienne’s lips and tongue. I wriggled helplessly as the three worked me to a fever pitch, nearly brought to a crescendo when the twins reached my dripping sex. They licked me in unison, bringing me nearly to the edge of a shuddering climax when, without warning, they stopped. The three laughed as I writhed in my bonds, desperate for a release of one kind or another. When they perceived that my breathing had subsided. They knew how to tease me, or they could make me come quite quickly. My only respite was when one girl replaced another. It seemed that all the girls made me come at least twice. I remember that little Annie went 2nd and made me come 3 times, but I really can't be sure just how many times they made me come tied down on a picnic table. By then, my mind put me into my newly developed crazed nymphomaniac mode, and I just wanted to keep coming and coming and never have those orgasms stop. I know.