Stepmom Teases Her Naughty Stepson

As Cindy and I walked along, there was nobody in sight as everything was put away for the night and all was dark and calm except for an occasional security light. Porndig I called out for Jose. I leaned forward and gave Cindy a passionate kiss. Her nipples were clearly visible behind the wet shirt. I could feel the blood draining out of what was once a proud and glorious erection as she muttered the one word no man wants to hear. She kissed back with all her might, our tongues in a lovers’ embrace. After a lot of hugging and good-byes I left the trailer. The people below looked like dots and the stars in the sky looked almost in reach. “Come on in, bro.”
I was treated like a long lost brother returning home from war. I could see the glitter on her nails reflected in the moonlight. I ran back to Cindy as Jose came to the main entrance. Cindy became excited and all smiles as she suggested we go on it. As we continued on our way, we held hands as Cindy continually glanced my way and giggled. I bought an old BSA Gold Star 650 motorcycle and spent the beginning of 1980 traveling up and down the East Coast on the bike. The man fastened the cross bar across our laps and we held on as the mighty wheel climbed upward towards the star studded sky. I knocked on the trailer door and was immediately greeted by an old co-worker, Jose.