But after awhile, she seemed to forget about what she might look like, who might bewatching, and what they might think. She lifted her face to the sky.... Sheseemed to be getting into the spirit of it, pedaling in sync with Walt,her hair flying out behind her, her face breaking out into a big grin.They looked like one of those fabulous mythical creatures you read about,like unicorns or griffins, that run free in a world of their own. Notthat I felt excluded or abandoned or anything. I just felt a. "She studied me for a moment. She gazed at my jutting penis. She lookedinto my eyes, into my soul. Then, she gave my own cock and balls aplayful squeeze through my slacks before pulling her panties and skirtback up and her bra and blouse back down. She reached into the pocket inher mini-skirt and produced a folded slip of paper, handing it to me.I opened it."That's my cell phone number. Call me," she invited.I said I would.She walked past the rows of shelves, back to the door, and exited. He was getting close to losing his load,so he swung around pushed me onto my back,so he could get his mouth on my 8 inch cock that was now hard as steel. Taking no time to get used to the thickness, he throated me in one quick push. We 69'ed for some time till we were both panting and out of breath. I suggested that we relax and take a break. Laying with our naked hairy bodies rubbing together did nothing to relax us. He stroked my chest and pinched my nipples. I rubbed his tight muscular. Chris lost and he too was down to underwear. That left three people with just one thing.But the poker Gods like practical jokes. Diane lost twice showing us her tits, then everything. She had a small dark bush and her tits were capped with hard red nipples. Then Chris lost. He looked like he was going to chicken out. I was sure he wasn't going to go through with it when Diane said, "Chicken." That was it; he couldn't let his little sister have more cojones than he. He blushed a furious red and.