It was shortly after this night that she left me.I was in torture for weeks. One day at work I was confiding my feelings to a friend. She said her mot...her, Marcia, had recently gone through the same experience. Her husband had left her for a younger woman. She said her mother had always wanted to ride on a Harley—the one toy my wife left me in the divorce. So we made arrangements to get together the next Saturday. Our HOG Chapter was sponsoring a charity poker run for the local shelter. I. Then, She enjoyed a nice tongue pussy bath, bringing her to several quickorgasms, and, peeling her for now satisfied lips off my wet face, left meon the floor to go change into something less comfortable.When She appeared some time later, I could see by the way she dressedwhat is in store for us tonight. There were nights when She came down inher comphy silk or latex pajamas - that meant a relaxing night of Herwatching Her shows, and me, kneeling between Her knees, worshiping Hersex and. ” She put her hand on top of his. She leaned in close to his ear.“What I never understood,” she purred, “is why guys think they need to make, how do you call it, small talk. Make up polite things to say. Take a girl out for dinner or drinks. When what you want to do is not make small talk, not have dinner. You want to fuck her, you say so. You should say, ‘I want to fuck you.’”The word “fuck,” was transformed by her voice into something large and insistent and unnamable.She said, “If I want. We had dated for over a year before I finally got to actually have sex. Then it was awkward to say the least. We did not have a rubber, I had to pull out, we really did not know what we were doing. We had done it five times and none of those times went real smooth or were real enjoyable. Then one of my girlfriends relatives died. Not like anyone she knew real well. But she had to go to the funeral and it was the next city over about an hour away from us. She wanted me to come along so she would.