The woman had fainted dead away at his feet. She lay on the damp, overgrown, weed-infested ground. Leaving her there wasn't an option. McKeen groaned and his eyes fluttered open. Seeing Joey, he scrambled to his feet, pinched his bleeding nose, and limped off. "Two o’clock, asshole. Tomorrow!" Joey yelled after him. He leaned down and tapped the woman's cheek. "Wake up babe, come on." She groaned. He helped her to her feet and then slipped an arm around her waist. He could put her on his motorcycle and head home. It was only two blocks. Wrapping her arm around his shoulder, Joey walked to his bike and then situated her in front of him. Taking the long skirt and pulling it up around her waist caused him to moan aloud at the enticing sight of her long, well shaped, stocking clad legs. Having her snuggled in tight against his body felt right and gave a sizzling jolt to his cock. Nuzzling her head as he reached for the key, he breathed in deeply. She smelled of delicate fresh lavender. He smiled as he turned the ignition key, hit the kick-start, and waited for the roar of the Vtwin before tapping the bike into gear.
