I obliged by making a place for her to hold onto my arm. She put her legs up and wrapped them around me guiding my dock into her. So freedom was my only mission these days. One day I rolled into a town out west and it looked like dirt water anywhere USA. I pulled up in front of the local watering hole, a bar with neon lights and music that could be heard on the street out side. Riding was what I lived for, what made me happy. Janice’s auburn hair shone in the moon light as I pushed in and out of her. I noticed the local welcoming committee getting the update from Mr bar tender. She pulled her dress up to her waist and I could see she had no underwear on. I was checking her out when one old coot from beyond her shouted to me over the music. Read 9756 times |
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