What the fuck? I knew I deserved it, but now I was back on the bike I couldn’t adjust myself to make it more comfortable, not without informing everyone and his wife that drove past that I was good to ride more than the machine I was now straddling. I managed to swallow down the laugh that was threatening to rise up from deep within me. I could feel her behind me wiggling, trying to shift herself further forward. I just couldn’t fucking help myself, could I? I knew she couldn’t really get any closer, but it sure was as hot as hell to feel her trying. With that thought my dick pulsed and flexed again, straining and pushing himself up to the waistband of my boxers. I let out a deep sigh.In short, I knew I was fucking with her, but I couldn’t help myself. I was trying to get us back to where we once were. If that was even possible? It was probably the worst fucking way to do it, but what the hell did I know? I had always steered clear of relationships, even those within my own family.
