”“Yep,” said Stan, “I’ve known them for a long time – I guess it’s been about 15 years.”“Stan?”“Yeah – Richard?”“Has my Father ever said-anything to you about his health?”“No. Is something wrong?”“Nah – just asking.”“When are you guys going to have a party to show off your new home, Rich?”“Sooner than later,” said Caroline. “I’m going to like being a hostess, Richard. Stan, this place is large enough to have a big party in, so, keep an eye out for in invitation to a “House Party” before the month is over.”“OK, guys – have fun. Be safe.”I wondered, be safe? What the hell was that comment about?“Bye Stan,” we said together.Caroline turned to me and said, “I’m horny, Rich – let’s get home.”“As you wish, my dear Sweet Caroline.”We got to ‘Our’ new house. My God – I love her. The second we closed the front door, Caroline had me in a lip lock. She threw her swimmers legs around me as I carried her to our bedroom. I was getting so hard, so fast, that Caroline remarked, “You could put. It very quickly grew hard in my hand. I wasn’t wanking it, just holding it up so that people might see it as we rode through them. Jake didn’t care. He rode me all the way through the park and into the roped off area where spectators had parked their bikes. I was hoping that he was going to take me into the woods for a fuck. Instead he pulled up next to a small group of guys all dressed like him, and me, in blue denim. He obviously knew them. He climbed off and gave one of them a hug.“Look lads - Isn’t she sexy ?” He wasn’t talking about the bike. He was showing them my cunt. My thighs were stretched astride this massive cushioned seat and my tiny little skirt had pulled right up. The big bike was purring gently between my legs. One of the guys dropped to his knees to watch Jake’s powerful fat fingers push into my slit. Jake was finger fucking me, with all of his mates watching. His arm wasn’t moving; I was gripping onto it as hard as I could. Only his strong fingers were hammering.
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