‘Well, don’t let it put you off me or anything,’ he said hastily. ‘I just love the freedom of the wind in my face, the freedom to go where I w...ant.’ He watched her face. ‘Oh!’ She sipped her coffee, then admitted, ‘I sort of always wanted to ride on a bike, but dad said that men on bikes have no respect for ladies!’ She kept her eyes on her cup, not looking at him. ‘Naaaah, that’s not true! I respect ladies. Shit, if I didn’t, me dad’d jump out of his grave and boot me in the jacksie!’ He. We move together as if this is the only act we were ever meant for, Olivia and I together. One hand holds her face to mine as we continue our deep penetrating kisses while the other searches every curve of her body, reaching down until I grasp her wonderful slutty ass in my grip. She moans and lifts her leg higher over my waist as my hand searches the tight hole of her ass. She is slick from our combined juices flowing and I feel the tight pucker with the tip of my finger. I move my finger. Seeing my breast rise and fall he got his hard on back, and came upon me and started kneading on my left boob and was simultaneously mauling and occasionally pinching my right boob. My nipples were erected he gave a small bite on my boob I was moaning in pleasure and painMe: aashhhh gooodd aayan dheree se kar na dard hota he, me kahi nahi jaa rahi hu(aayan do it slowly it hurts, I ain’t going anywhere)He: bitch your mine so are these boobs!Saying this he pinched both my nipplesMe: yar bohot. You're influencing him."Melinda looked uncertain at first, then turned indignant. "Why is that so bad? It's not like I'm making him do anything he didn't want to do with me anyway." You better not be doing this just because you're jealous over Jason fucking me." I'm not!" Melinda protested immediately. After a brief pause, her expression softened. "All right, maybe I am jealous. Just a little. Look, I know, you're not trying to steal him from me. I believe you. But that doesn't mean I don't.