But at school I was nothing. At least I was something to my ex. And I thought … I thought it was fucking cool. When I rode pillion behind him past t...hose tossers and frigid bitches who made my life a misery at school, they were envious. ‘But a man like that doesn’t treat you like a frigging person,’ I said, not looking at the HOG’s face. ‘It was rough. Especially for someone young and pretty. He put me around all over, it gave him status to have this fucking young cutie who would put out to. It was empty. There were low heavy side boards along the hallway with lamps on them, but that was all. I walked up to the closest table. It had three drawers five fingers deep and roughly a foot square. I pulled open the rightmost drawer. It glided out as if the runners had been freshly waxed. Within I found a one quart glass bottle with a ground glass top and a box of matches. I pulled the top off the bottle and took a cautious sniff, confirming my guess. I smelled kerosene. I carefully capped. She immediately came to my house to inquire that is everything ok or not but me stupid yelled at her so badly that she cried heavily and went away we didn’t talk for five days then I realized my mistake asked for an apology but she didn’t talk to me at all..One day when she came from school she saw a doc is going out from my house she immediately went to my house to inquire about me I then immediately said sorry to her for more then ten times but she didn’t said anything then I told her that I. She then returned the favor of positioning me for Eve. Eve chose to mount in the ‘reverse-cowgirl’ again. Much as I love to see tits flopping when I ride, I love to grab ass too, and here we were, in a doggystyle setup for the third time running. I guess she just has to have a little extra stimulation, or maybe it’s because we’re on vacation and she’s trying out new things. Whatever. It was fascinating to see the muscles in her back bulge and flex as she rode, and I held her hips tight, her.