She bit her bottom lip. My fingers wrapped around the fabric and began to pull down. "What're you doing?" she asked and took another sip of wine."I wa...nt to relax you," I said as her panties slipped over her round, toned buttocks. She wiggled on the sofa in an attempt to help.I pulled her panties down her thighs, past her knees, and let them crumble around her ankles. My hand slipped between her legs and slunk upward until I felt the heat from between her legs. My finger probed and found her. You might not want the sweat-shirt, but we can pop it in the tank-bag in case."They went outside to the machine. She stood and stared at it."What ... is ... that?" That," he said, pride evident in his voice, "is a 1952, AJS 18CS; 500cc." Oh. And that's what you're taking me for a ride on?" Yep! I'm afraid you'll have to wait for me to start it before you climb on. Once it's started, sit behind me, wrap your arms round me and just try to stay behind me ... I mean, lean with me as we lean around. However, her t-shirt was tight enough to reveal her nipples, bulging through the thin material, and her shorts were short enough to let Donnie see the roundness of her ass cheeks as she led him into her living room. Miss Vogel had Donnie sit on the sofa while she went to fix some lemonade. The mere sight of Miss Vogel's derriere was enough to make Donnie's young cock stiffen immediately, and he was glad he was wearing baggy running shorts that left room for his genitalia to expand.When Miss. Hurts doesn't it, slut?" I didn't care if I was going to be whipped, the pain was clouding my mind and I felt like I was being ripped into two even though the pain was subsiding. You stopped midway and I was about to find out why you did that.You reach down to my face, licking and kissing my tears away with surprising gentleness. For a moment, I'm taken aback. But that slight relief, knowing you might not want to hurt me after all, doesn't last long.The pain of the huge dry vibrator plunging.