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Severely hung over, I showered and drank as much water as I could without throwing man hair style up. By mid afternoon, I was ready for another night’s partying. Jeff and Kelly pulled up on their Dyna, “Hey Simon, you had a late night last night,” he announced as Kelly swung man hair style her leg over the sissy bar and Jeff hit man hair style the kill switch stopping the Evo engine in its tracks. I was in a pair of shorts, laying on the grass topping up my suntan. “Sure, took a run down the coast with man hair style about ten other bikes,” Jeff replied. Kelly removed her helmet and shook her brunette hair loose.
 
  Through my shades, Kelly couldn’t see me stare at her body. In her tight leather jeans and cropped jacket that she removed to reveal a leather bikini bra. She opened her tent and disappeared. “You guys want a beer?” she asked from inside the tent. “Please,” we replied simultaneously. Kelly emerged from the tent holding man hair style three beers. She had removed man hair style her leather jeans and was now just clad in the leather shorts that complimented her bikini bra. Her long smooth legs looked fantastic, and my imagination, mixed with the shadows from the previous night, began to make my cock stir.  
   
   
  Our conversations lasted for a couple of hours. Jeff and I talked bikes; Kelly man hair style interjected occasionally asking me if I had a wife or girlfriend. I told Kelly how Jayne and I had split a few months before after I had caught her fooling around. Kelly sympathized and appeared to be genuinely concerned. I told her that it wasn’t the fooling around with another guy, it was the deceit and lies she told that had ended it for me. Jeff man hair style got us another beer each, and before long we were talking like we were old friends that had known each other for years.  
   
  Jeff worked for a construction firm and Kelly worked in a bank. They had a couple of kids and enjoyed the biking scene. After a while Jeff even began to describe a little of their sex lives and how Kelly liked to fantasize. “All women man hair style fantasize during sex, Simon, don’t they?” Jeff queried. “Maybe,” I replied. “Yeah, in man hair style your dreams,” Kelly snapped back man hair style with a giggle that gave away the truth behind the denial.  
 
 
It was then I began to wonder if last night’s man hair style shadows were set up intentionally man hair style for my / their pleasure. “Why don’t you join us tonight for a drink in the bar?” Jeff asked. I replied with a nod and thanks. Several beers and glasses of Jim Bean’s soon got me loosed up. It also worked for Jeff and Kelly. Kelly enjoyed dancing and Jeff, it seemed, didn’t. I found myself on the floor jiving to man hair style the beat.
 


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