“Can I take a selfie with you?”I nodded and he pulled out a gold phone. He moved a little closer to me. “Put your hands over me, and smile!”I ...leaned up against him and held my hand in-between his open vest and shirt. My hands quickly rubbed over his hard abs. Oh my god, he is so ripped. He took a couple of selfie shots.“You like my stomach?”I quickly pulled my hand to myself and my face turned so red. “I’m so sorry, Roger!”He laughed a little “He-he. That's ok. I’m glad you like it!”He downed. “Oh great,” the dark-haired slightly overweight guy said when he saw me. “Don’t tell me you’re here to play.”Taken aback, I only peeped out a, “I guess I am.”“Look at it this way, Frankie,” the shorter, skinnier pug-nosed sandy brown haired guy said. “We’ll be the first to see how good he really is.”Sensing they were trying to intimidate me to favor their odds, I smiled brightly and asked, “Have you ever seen a pig fuck a cow?”When they opened their mouths to respond, all they heard come out of. I have continously fantasized and dreamed about meeting a 50 or so year old biker with an incredibly sexy mustache and a hugh cock dominate me. Even as writing this I got a hard on thinking about it.The fantasies I've had with the bikers usually start with me teasing him, telling him how I love to give him a good time. I would keep on gyrating my hips and showing him my ass to seduce him and give him a hard on. I then give him a striptease and tell him my ass is his if he wants it. I would then. Let’s see how all this goes. “Sure, I guess I don’t mind,” he told her as he smiled at her. She eased her way onto his bed as she grinned. He watched and let her do her thing. She told him she’d have to pull down her pajama bottoms, if he didn’t mind which he didn’t, and she could show him how she did it all. “Okay,” he said. He wasn’t wearing anything but a t-shirt and underwear as she slowly pulled down her pajama bottoms. She had on what he thought were a nice pair of panties and smiled at.