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Finally, the day of the motorcyclist meeting, which we have been looking forward to all the time. It is the ideal opportunity to enjoy us again extensively, detached from everyday stress, from all the routine of the daily routine, from all conventions. We want to start early in the morning, the weather means well with us, the sun shines with a clear sky, it will be a hot day. Ingrid looks beautiful in her dress, has gangs jeans and a bright blouse through which her wonderful breasts are cheekier when she opens the leather jacket.
After an extensive breakfast we climb on our bikes and we drive off, enjoy the landscape that passes on us, the wind, the slight shaking of the machines. Ingrid usually runs in front of me, it is a perfect picture of how special for you is the 440ltd, we also searched for a long time until we found this kawa. She sits on this low chopper like a globe, from time to time I overtake her, I look forward to her profile, we wave, laugh at each other, my XV750SE roars again adventurous, I should have stayed with the original exhaust, this Harley replica isjust too loud. We are now on the road for a good two hours, we did half of the route and we take a break In a parking space beside the road.
It has gotten quite hot, we peel out of the leather jackets, the black one leather heat up very much in the sun. The fine welding beads on our skin make the fabric glue on the skin and almost transparent. There is a passat next to us, the driver is coming back from the forest, it takes an incredibly long-term long until he has found his car key and unlocks the car, he cannot solve his eyes all the time from this sight that Ingrid offers himDue to her stretch and stretch exercises that she does next to her motorcycle.
Supported her hands on her hips, she bends the upper body and then far back, her breast is clearly evident due to the damp Blu-Senz fabric. Come on, let us continue before I still here on that parking spot About you here – you not only make the poor guy horny there with your gymnastics, ”I say to her, she laughs and we continue to drive towards our goal.
When we arrive on the site, we park the motorcycles, there is already a lively operation that arrives with motorcycles of all kinds.
There are a lot of bikers my age, but also much older and younger ones are, across all professional areas. We stroll arm in arm over the area, look into the even empty marquee, in which preparations for the evening are already made, a band builds up its equipment. We are attentive to a number of motorcycles set up, selected, beautiful special models and conversions that are positioned here for awards and awaken the visitors’ attention. We come into conversation with other views of these bikes, then talk about particularly interesting parts and stroll, to the area with the booths with accessories, clothes and the smaller tents in which you can be tattooed.
One of the sales stalls has a large selection of leather things, I show my wife a vest made of black, soft leather and ask her if she likes her. She likes her, we act a little with the buyer and she puts on her right away, she is really great, I would not have thought like youthful and daring. In the meantime it has become noon, we go into the big tent and eat a little something, in the heat the hunger is limited. Then we join a whole crowd of people who watch some brave on their machines on the rear wheel and do other tricks.
It is very hot, I took off my leather jacket, only wear a black T-shirt with a wolf head and my leather jeans, and I stand behind Ingrid, lightly punch on her neck, my lips strip the delicate skin on her neck, nibbleOn the earlobes, my tip of the tongue drives up into her ear, and I whisper to her: I’m crazy about you “.
She turns her head to me, we kiss violently. Slowly we continue to stroll, look into the tattoo tents, wonder about the enthusiasm with which some of them have the most falling motifs in the skin. We prefer not to be ”stated, but look at what is happening there. We go back to the marquee and I press it towards myself, put my arm around her, and my imagination slowly begins to create hotter situations in my head.
My hand walks to the buttons of her blouse and I open the three upper ones, so that only two buttons now close the blouse and a fantastic insight is possible.
We sit down in the tent, let ourselves two Beer Bring (everyone drinks beer here, what else does the waiter have on his tray) and have fun with us about the waiters’ rigid looks when he puts the glasses on the table. Obviously, Ingrid makes a strong one-pressure on him, which is also no wonder, she looks really enchanting in the tight jeans, the half-open blouse and the tight leather vest, which still emphasizes that her breasts almost to the darkFarms that their Nipple To be enclosed, can be seen. The mood is very good all around, and soon the remaining places at our table are also occupied. Two couples in worn leather clothes, a younger man in jeans and t-shirt and an already slightly gray motorcyclist in an overall have sat down, we talk about the machines, the weather, on vacation tours and everything possible.
The first band begins to play, one has to talk louder to understand each other. When the young man says something next to Ingrid and she easily leans to him to understand him better, he gets stems every time. She shouts at me slightly, indicates him inconspicuously, smiles amused and shows me with a nod in this direction that he looks nicely borne. There is something in her smile that makes me really nervous, a tingling pulls through my whole body.
Her hand lies on my thighs, drives up, strokes my lap and briefly stays on the slowly swell-the tail that presses against the leather of my pants, clearly noticeable for Ingrid.
I put my hand on her back, let it slowly hike down, drive under the waistband of the jeans and feel the edge of a panties, far below the waistband, he has to sit very narrowly. I haven’t seen which underwear she put on this morning, gladly let me surprise me. Outside it now dawns and I whisper in her ear: Come on let’s walk around “.
We go hand in hand out of the tent, in the direction of the warehouses, which have meanwhile been lit in different places, put us closely on each other on one of the fire and kiss us, my tongue explores every corner of your mouth, it is always exciting youto kiss, even now after all the years of our marriage. We hardly get any air, breathe off violently.
Next to us, the young man sits out of the tent, reaches two cans of beer and asks if we would have scored his buddy in the overall. We deny, come back into conversation and talk in a lively. There are always a logs thrown into the fire, sparks open, fly around. It would be a shame about the blouse, a fire hole would come into it, ”says the young man and I add: Ä take them off for safety.”
After a short hesitation, Ingrid takes a heart, pulls out the vest, opens the remaining buttons of the blouse and grazes it from the body.
Waves of excitement go through me, pulsate my cock and press more and more firmly against the leather of my jeans, as I see them with a bare upper body on the campfire. It pulls over the vest, and loosely attaches the thin leather strap in the eyelets. The leather only covers its wonderful breasts, from the side you can see the nipples that have already been set up when it is prevented. And that also does it from time to time, pokes with a stick in the embers, and I can see the eyes of the one sitting around the fire that they all perceive it.
The second man from the tent now comes to the fire, wears a bag from which he takes out beer cans. Ingrid takes the two cans for us and passes on me. He also gets deep insights and can hardly solve his look from her breast.
She notices his nervousness, decides to irritate him a little more and leans to him, asks him which motorcycle he drives. He answers: An intruder, ”can hardly concentrate, so much he is tied up by the sight.
I want to bring the blouse to our motorcycle, you come with you?“Ingrid asks me, I nod and we say we are right back” and go towards the parked machines. She stows the blouse in her luggage bag, I stand behind her and my hands drive under her vest, paint over the breasts, feel the hard nipples. It begins to breathe more violently, my hands slide further down, open the jeans and roam them downwards.
The white of the scarce panties she wears underneath shines in the half -darkness of the moonlight, and my hands enclose the upper edge at the front, pull it up slightly while I kiss her neck and shoulder. I roam the legs together so that the fabric becomes so narrow that it fits into the crotch and rubs on their clit.
Slowly I move my hands, I know how wild you make this feeling of almost tied -up through this strip of fabric and its movements. Then I also push the panties down, it leans slightly over the motorcycle, lusting my back lust. I open my belt, pull the jeans down, and she feels like my stiff tail on the inside of her thighs, the acorn presses on the labia and I spread it apart with two fingers, press my cock in the moisture, hot hole. Slowly I start to push, hold them on the hips and pull them tightly to me.
We breathe more and more violently, the bumps are getting faster, firmer and we feel the structure of the other body orgasm, come with a loud moan.
We still look around very heated, and ingrediated with Ingrid Schau, there is one “to me, actually, at an angle opposite a figure on a motorcycle, it is in the overall. I didn’t want to get you birds “he calls over to us, but I wanted to ask you to keep my wallet in your luggage bag, I lose it easily in overall, and my machine has none”. With these words he comes over to us, holds up his wallet. Ingrid still has the vest, I wear the T-shirt, and the motorcycle stands between him and us, it hides something.
Well, we can do, ”replies Ingrid and extends his hand, he gives her the wallet and has come so close that he can see over the machine.
So I bothered, ”he says with excitement, hopefully I won’t be angry with me.”. I see a light goosebumps fly over my wife’s upper arms, her body trembles something, she literally feels his eyes, which claps on her densely hairy but briefly sheared VE-Nushügel. As if to protect against his eyes, she puts her hand between hers Legs, feels how my juice runs out and she begins to move her fingers slowly. Have a look at the overall ”whispers to me, you think the same thing as me?“And she feels like I nod and realizes that my cock is getting stiffly pressing her again.
The overall actually has great exploitation, and when the man turns slightly to the side, the campfire is clearly recognizable in the appearance of the flickering.
You can hardly separate from such a beautiful sight, ”he says, and Ingrid turned to see what you have done”. What do you mean?“She asks provocative and continues to move her hand to move between her legs. That means “comes the answer, and he pulls the zip of the overall all the way down, climb out of it and stand naked in front of us, which is steeply up on his cock, which stands steeply up. Ingrid breathes violently, feels like my hands on her hips more firmly how my cock moves, and, like me, is being captured by this strong feeling of lust and lust that builds up more and more.
I get out of my pants that are still around my ankles, and bend down, push her jeans and their panties completely off their legs. The machine is still standing between us and the other, almost like a protective wall. Like in a trance, she picks up the leather strap of the vest, pull it up and let the vest fall on the bo-den, is now also completely naked.
I also peel myself out of the T-shirt. Now “she says in a smoky voice when I have done something, I also have to take care of it, not true?“And leans over the machine’s bench in its direction, comprises his tail and pulls it to him, enclosing it with his lips.
This sight makes me so that I penetrate deeply into it, which fills out the wet and horny grotto, which I have become so invitingly presented with, with my thick cock again. My counterpart also begins to move, she has to brake it again and again so that he does not push his cock too deep into her mouth. The shower of lust are getting stronger that flood us, this situation is indescribable. A loud gasp and moaning fills the air, I pull Ingrid away from the motorcycle seat and lie on my back.
She lets go of the other cock, breathes a come over here ”and sits on me, takes me deeply.
As she supports herself with an arm on my shoulder, she looks up at the figure that has stood next to her. His cock is right in front of your face, stands against her and we notice that he is shaved, which was previously not recognizable in the half-darkness. Curiously she comprises the shaft again with her other hand, continues to stroke his belly, to the testicles, it is a strange sight to have a very big cock so completely naked and just in front of it. I can watch her rub him, put him back in his mouth, and it is such a horny picture that I have to moan loudly.
It hardly moves on me and I press my hips up and pull them back again so that I can fuck them from below. Now she goes back with her head, rubs the tail with one hand and then suddenly holds in because she feels that he will come right away, and then it also sprays out of him, he goes slightly into his knees,His cock is right in front of her chest, the juice splashes on the breasts, the belly and she ticks it on the body.
The sight of a spraying stiff cock right in front of me, my wife’s rushed face out of my wife with whom she traces the juice and the rhythmic contractions of her vaginal muscles put me in an unprecedented ecstasy, and I pour myself into it in such a strong orgasmHow she comes too, and it runs over me when she gets up and leans against the motorcycle, I also get up, and we look at all three as if we awoke from a dream. That was the biggest thing I’ve ever experienced, ”says our counterpart you are really great”. I look my wife in my eyes, read a strong feeling of affection and trust, kiss her and press her to me.
Let’s go back to the fire, ”I mean, pick up our clothes and stop her jeans to get in. and the slip?“She asks, sees my eyes flashing and whispers to me: eeon yes, I know”, put it in her pocket and put on the jeans directly, bind the vest easily. I too squeezed myself into my leather jeans, the T-shirt stripped over and the other climbed back into his overall.
Together we go back to the fire, are greeted by the others with a loud hello and suggestive remarks, apparently we had been a bit loud. Here, something to cool, ”the other man calls out of the tent and gives us a few beer cans over, they are actually nice and cold.
The one in overall sits down with him, they talk quietly, look over to us. Ingrid becomes a little red because she can imagine what she is talking about. With a mixture of defiance and provocation, she says to that in overall: Ä- what is there to whisper, ”and he only answers good, of course only good” and both come around the fire, sit next to us.
We talk for a long time, they say that they came together to come together, they are members in a biker club near Hanover, are here with the tent and the first time at a meeting. And it couldn’t have started nicer, ”says Heinz, that is the older of both.
You have now imagined that the other is called Jürgen, is a lawyer, and Heinz works in a publisher. Slowly the circle leaks around the fire, the music still penetrates from the tent, the beer is all. I’ll get supplies as long as there is something, ”I say, grab my bag for the beer cans and make myself on the way to the tent. There is still plenty of something going on, the stim impact is left out, it takes a moment to get rid of my order and go back to our fireplace with 3 six packs.
I am amazed that almost all of them are gone, Ingrid is in conversation with our new acquaintances, next to it is only a few more in the grass and is completely busy with himself.
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