She indicated a motorbike with a wave. "Oscar," she said."Oscar?" Yeah. My brother's a softy, really. He named the bike right away."He noticed another... machine tucked away at the back of the garage. She saw the direction of his gaze. "That one's mine. Kawasaki Ninja. A bit faster than Oscar. Uses a lot more petrol, though."He looked at her speculatively, but didn't comment. "Can I take a test ride? I'll leave my car keys."She shrugged and handed over keys. "You'll need to take the disc lock. "I had a bad dream. You were in it. Then I woke up and you weren't here with me, when I called for you and you came I was so relieved, are you okay? You didn't really drink the poison, did you?" No, it was coffee, I had two cups of coffee," I tried to assure her that I was fine."I'm going to do you, what is that thing you like, what do we call it?" I think it's called a blow job," I laughed, feeling her body giggle in the dark."That thing you like, why do you call it milking?" Oh that. I like. As he started his bike and waved to us by wiggling his hand I wiggled my hand to him and my dick inside her ass as well I even popped her boobs out and was teasing her nipples but with the poor lighting and him having his helmet on he couldn’t see a thing. He stood there and waved while I was making his wife whimper in passionate bitch on heat I twirled locks of her hair in between my fingers as I licked her ears. I rested her big bouncy breasts on the cold metal railing then I got the clothes. " Why?" Well you were very...you know...just very good at it, I guess you could say.Very convincing."He laughs again, the same friendly, normal laugh as before. "Thanks. Ithink." So what do we do now?" Beats me. Any suggestions?" Could you take off your ski mask? This would all be a lot less scary ifyou did. And I cross my heart and hope to die I'm not going to call thepolice or anything." I don't think I'm comfortable with that. Sorry." Okay. I just thought we could be, you know, like.