I hope this one is just as good as my first one, so enjoy it while it lasts!!! Let me know if you liked it!!! -George He sat at the bar, smoking a cigarette and drinking the terrible excuse for scotch the bartender had served him. He was on his fourth, but who was counting. He looked down the bar at the skinny little emo chick that was giving him the eye and thought to himself that she might be fun for a night or three and blowjob wondered if she just liked older guys like him because of his experience or if she had daddy lick issues. He signaled the bartender and sent the girl another of whatever it was she was drinking and as the bartender placed the drink in front of her, he got up and headed towards the door. As he drew even with her, he bent down and whispered to her in a husky voice, “If you’d like the fuck of your young life, be on the back of my bike in five minutes.”, causing her to choke on her drink a asian little as she watched him walk out the cliché swinging batwing doors of the bar. Wolf was looking at his watch for the 5 minutes to pass and cracked a small smile as she dashed out of the bar in less than three minutes. She must have guzzled that drink he bought her, he thought as he handed her the spare skullcap helmet he always carried. He helped her strap it on panties then waited for her to climb on his Indian Chieftain Darkhorse, he watched as she hiked up her tight little skirt nearly to her hips, exposing the thong covering her sex as she mounted and took her seat, wrapping her arms tight around him. He pushed the starter on the japanese handle then gunned the engine several times, feeling her shiver against him as the vibrations from the engine ran up into what he hoped was a very tight, little pussy. He tossed my shirt on the blowjob floor and grabbed my legs. Come on in. Uncle Jerry's lick not here right now. Ryan wasn’t a lot of help; all he’d do was ride behind me and watch my butt as the wind blew my skirt up. Stories like that was what I lived for! Immediately, James felt a hand on his crotch and the woman began rubbing him through his pants. Eventually the pressure on the panties tip of my penis lessened and it seemed I had reached the end of her love tunnel. My upraising told me to never do such a thing. James leaned back in the chair, as japanese he groaned, then whimpered. Just asian kissing and moaning, no words spoken, but both could feel a growing love for one another. Jenna tailed off, still holding her hand in front of her mouth. You turn me around and notice my hardening penis.