Unable to plow onward, Axel searched for something to help him up. Rayner had separated from him, the vines possibly dragging him away.Axel no longer ...saw Roddrick. He’d abandoned them.The moss now reached his knees. Not wanting to sink any deeper he stopped moving, guessing that it worked the same way as quicksand.It worked.As long as he didn’t supply force, he would stay above water—or mud—or moss.The vines around him wiggled in place, teasing him but not binding him. To test a theory he waved. Fred decided to let the insult to his gender slide. Barbeque and blues sounded good to him, and since Sharon's car was closer than his hotel garage they agreed to let her do the driving. She set a brisk pace as they walked to the car, and Fred admired her legs as her skirt swirled about her knees. He was soon glad that Sharon was in charge, as the route went through several parts of town that weren't at all to Fred's liking. Her radio was tuned to a local channel playing music that seemed. She comes back and leans over to whisper in his ear, “Remember, no matter what you feel, what I say or do, you have to keep your hands to yourself.” He can feel her breath against his neck and her lips gently brush against his ear. She hasn’t been this close and he notices her perfect skin, faintly covered with glitter. She stays leaned over with her hands on the seat behind his head. He doesn’t like big breast and hers are perfect, they would be just a handful if he was allowed to touch. She’d probably get an orgasm or two on the way, especially if she could rub herself against the saddle without Mark noticing. “Come on now, mum!” Mark said, doing one last turn before he took of, going away really fast. "Promise to ride with me", she said, half jokingly, rubbing her cunt against the saddle as she said so."I promise, mum!"After a short while, Mark kept a slower pace, finally allowing his mother to come up next do him. "How's you bike, darling? Is it working OK?" Its great mum, I.