We rode together on weekends. You sure you want to watch?”
“Yes.”
He laid back and started to rub his clit. I really don’t want anyone else to know this. I’m sure you have questions.”
“Well, duh! I rode a crotch rocket motorcycle, a Yamaha R6, to work everyday. He didn’t notice I had a raging hard on. I didn’t get a gay vibe from him, though. He takes it up the ass sometimes, gives me great cum swallowing blowjobs. We rode together on weekends. I just clamped my mouth on his pussy. The last time I had sex, I was still a girl girl.”
“Damn!”
“I still get off by masturbating.”
I found that intriguing. I didn’t want to stop. Just close family. My best friend. I played football in high school and college. Not right now.”
“You can tell me anything Chris.”
He opened his towel. Chris came, his already tight pussy squeezing my cock.
