A real good picture in perfect light, indeed, what got her to look much younger than her 38 years. I had to admire her skills with our new digital cam...era and try to guess what she had used as tripod.As expected, the camera didn't show any traces left after her photo session.Reading the messages wasn't funny at all. They had obviously met during a one-day seminar where they had a pleasant lunch and agreed to keep in touch via e-mails. Their first ones were complete innocent but got slowly. "Bobby grimaced. "Sorry." That's okay. You're Bobby - you joined my class today right?"Bobby smiled, pleased that she remembered. "Yeah, I did." He gestured towards the hood of her car. "Won't start eh?" It sure as shit won't," she said in exasperation. She immediately put her hand over her mouth. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't swear. It's just that I just bought this car, and the main reason I did was because they said it would be reliable. I don't need much from a car except for it to go when it's. “You taste good,” she whispers as she lifts up to kiss me again. She cups my breasts in both hands, squeezing them as she bites my lip.I kiss her back and look at her with pleading eyes. “I want to see you.”Bianca kisses me once more before pulling away. She reaches to the bottom of her shirt and pulls it up and off, revealing her navy blue sports bra. I reach up to try and take it off as well, but she grabs my wrists.“Be patient,” she says.I’m aching to see her bare, but I nod submissively.. “Hop on.” I cautiously climbed up and put my hands on the ape hangers. The seat felt surprisingly comfortable on my bare ass. Then, Coolypso scrambled up and onto the bike until she was crouch-standing in front of me. She turned to face me, then leaned back into the high handlebars, laying her hands on top of mine. “Let me,” she said. I removed my hands, giving her control of the motorcycle. I guess I must have looked a bit concerned about her ability to steer like that, because she laughed.