I always feel better after a good ride, so I triedto make this one last as long as possible. I didn't want to get off thebike and think about a life t...rapped in lingerie and dresses, periodsand cold toilet seats. I wanted to stay in the warm saddle of my bikeforever. But with my practice nearing a close and with a deep sigh, Ifinished up a few crucial, well-ridden laps and pulled off into thepits. I knew this track like the back of my hand. The only questionthat remained was, could I get. I squeezed her cheeks and the began to explore her ass crease. My finger had just reached her little pink rosebud when she cried out, “Sarah, he’s touching my asshole!” Sarah, who had been watching us while lazily stroking her tits sat upright and in no uncertain terms said, “ Tom, leave it alone. Her ass is for another time. She hasn’t been properly stretched yet.” I took her admonishment to heart, not wanting to overstep my bounds. Hearing her step-mom’s directive, Deb rolled off of me. Allen returned from dropping Deb at home and sat down on the bar stool in front of me as I started to pour him a drink. I inquired as to what happened and he bowed his head a second and looked up. “She is passed out in the bed as usual and I am tired of sleeping alone.” “Time for a cigarette and drink baby. Come on!” as I winked at him and grabbed my bag. We stepped outside and I could tell he had something on his mind. I started lighting a cigarette when he sheepishly asked, “I know you have a. I'm ... sorry..." he blustered." ... No ... don't go!" she said, pulling the buds out of her ears, " ... It's all right ... no harm done!" But even as she said it, the door closed hurriedly.She dressed, then walked quickly across the yard to go upstairs to get breakfast. As she opened the door at the back of the building, she saw Paul's head look up from under a car bonnet, then duck down again. She walked determinedly over to him." ... Paul!" she said, quietly, " ... I'm glad! You know I.