A stereotypical biker, in other words.He immediately put his hands up and said, "Easy there. We surrender!"Arti still didn't see anything wrong, but o...bviously the half-dozen bikers knew a hostile stance when they saw one."What?" she said. "Mitch and Tiny..." she motioned to the hefty ZZ Top biker " ... were just telling me that I ought to put an anti-theft chain on my bike. I was about to invite them to have dinner with us."Why are guys like that always called 'Tiny'?I said to Arti, "Are you. The little girls selected ball point and fountain pens of various sizes, cigar tubes, and sections of wooden broom handles with rounded ends, and began to deflower themselves as the audience watched in fascination. The little girls had no idea that they were different from the French woman inside their wombs, and that in order to successfully insert the tools they had selected, they would have to penetrate a layer of membrane that would bleed. What they did know was that they would all have to. Her twat was freshly shaved and soaking wet. I resumed fingering her and kissing her. I knew I would cum quickly if I had put my cock in her right then so I continued to finger her.After awhile though, using two fingers wasn't presenting the same result. Sure she was moaning but I decided to get a little bold. I slipped in a third finger to which I received a more enthusiastic response. This grew tiresome to me now. I slipped in a fourth finger to which she started screaming in pure. It was almost constant, and those things just don’t appeal to me. It seemed like the only time she spoke to me was to comment on me leaving things where I shouldn’t, or to tell me to do something. Just this morning she had told me to shovel the drive because of the new snow. I really don’t understand the reasoning behind that since all the vehicles we own are four wheel drive. It seems that she constantly nags me. Last night I had gotten upset with her because she makes a racket when I fall.