bumps. It's almost like riding a man. Needless to say by the time we reached the coast highway I was ready to lure my Lena off into the beach grass and have my way with her. But when we pulled off at one of our favorite overlooks what should we spy but a gorgeous blue-and-silver Ducati and next to it, dressed all in black leathers, one of our favorite riders. Frank was someone we knew through the European Motorcycle club. We both liked him, but whenever we had talked it had always been in the middle of a crowd. Today he was alone. After naked photos of fat hairy mature bussiness men gay/bi truckers chatting a few minutes Lena and I had evidently come to the same conclusion, for she invited him to join our picnic. There was something about Frank: he seemed to ooze sensuality, and every time our eyes met I got a big jolt of frankly sexual energy. The same seemed to be happening with Lena. When I complained of a sore neck Frank gave me a neck and shoulder rub that was so slow, so deep, so excruciatingly sensual, I wanted to rip his clothes off right there. By the time we finished our meal Lena and I were decided. Locking her eyes mature men wearing speedos gay/bi truckers with mine she picked up my hand and began kissing my fingers one by one. Slowly I drew her into my arms until our lips met. Then we turned to our guest, who was watching avidly. "Frank," I began. "We think you should come home with us. We can show you our house..." "...and our bedroom..." "...and our bed..." "You see," I explained as Frank's hot eyes rested first on Lena, then on me, "we have lots of fun together but we haven't had a man in--how long has it been, Lena?" mature men bear gay/bi truckers
