I want to see Amber get a taste of what she has coming." I'm going to a bar. You can't go in a bar. You're too young." What if I hide somewhere before... she gets there?"I started to tell her that she would have to wait here. But then I stopped and thought it over. I chose our meeting place because the owner of the bar is a former cellmate of mine and we're still friends. I drop by his bar once in a while and I've gotten to know a lot of the regulars.The owner, Gary, knows what I have in mind for. Let's have this spin."The bike started with a roar and Mick drove up towards the ridge.This was the rough country of the East Staffordshire moorlands. The dry walls of brown gritstone were tumbled down and patched with cracked posts and rusty barbed wire. The fields were small and going back to sedge and bracken. Black faced sheep ignored the boundaries and made a living as best they could. The farms were surrounded by ranks of rusting machinery abandoned by successive generations.Despite it's. I think you’re in for a surprise.”Miss Markham disappeared into the changing rooms only to reappear two minutes later with something in her hand, which she gave to Miss Smales. Miss Smales untangled some straps to reveal a strap-on dildo about six and a half inches long and an inch and a half in width. “Do you think you can take this, Richard?” she asked“I should be able to, Miss. One of the other b*ys is longer and thicker than that and I don’t have too many problems with him”Miss Smales. We all were taking turns sticking our fingers in these womens pussies, I had never touched a pussy before. It was warm and wet, I loved the smell. Then Rick said watch this, He pulled his pants down, his dick sprang forth. He walked over to Mrs. Wilson and pulled her panties to the side and slid his dick into her pussy. We all watched and could not believe he was doing that. I almost nutted in my pants. He pushed it all the way in. "This is some good pussy!" he said.I turned and Bill had his.