"You got me so turned on Christine. I wish I had one of them toys we could play with." You mean a strap on?" Christine dared to ask."Mmm yes." Me too.... I would have made love to you. I know I can't give you much Janice, but I do have a lot of love for you," Christine said sweetly."That's all I need sweetie. I love being with you. You're so sweet, sexy and pretty!" Janice squealed.Christine flipped Janice on her back and climbed on top of her. "Maybe we can still make love."Janice looked puzzled.. Not the kind the spandex crowd would ride. The bikes Marty used as blanks were real bikes built to last a generation. He had bought then from maybe the last bike maker doing his manufacturing in the United States. Every thing about the bikes screamed big and clunky. That is were the made in the usa ended. The motors were Honda 4 cycle and mounted on the side of a bike like a tumor. Marty had added his own braces to the unit, so that it was even more secure than the support given by the drive. She again smooched me, this time she pressed by dick from above my pant, after this she said,” If you will recite one more poem I will give you one more gift”. This time I selected a easier poem, she obviously was least interested now in the poem. I told the whole poem standing in front of her and staring at her boobs, which was mouth watering now.She then stood up, her saree felled down giving an ample view of her dark porking nipples and her cleavages and hugged me. She then pushed me to her. Vo khadi hui aur muje apne sath bedroom me le gai aur bed pe dhakka mara aur muj pe chadh hai. Aur fir zoro se kiss karne lagi aur mere lund ko apni chut se ragadne lagi. Mai pagal hue jaa raha tha aur vo muje ek kadam aage.Fir vo uthi aur mera lund pe dher sara thook laga ke apne choir me daal diya. Jooth nai boluga mera 6 inch ma lund unki chut me ekdum asani se chale gaya. Ekdum garam aur chikna mehsoos ho raha tha mere laude ko.Aur fir aunty upar niche chodte jaa rahi thi. Maine unke nipple.