After a nice time upstairs with Janet, I check out the job for the clothes dryer. We agreed I would get it done tomorrow, so I head off to City Electric Supply to get the material for the job. On my way over I begin to wonder if Janet would like a ride on a motorcycle. if she likes the idea and enjoys it, this could be a nice way to further the relationship.

Well, it is tomorrow and I am at Janet's. I hit the doorbell button.

"Come in, Ray."

"Mornin, Jan."

"Did you eat breakfast yet, Ray?"

"No, she was in the kitchen and I just didn't want to be around her."

"Want some Roast beef hash with eggs and coffee?"

"Well yes, Thanks. Jan, did you ever ride a motorcycle?"

"Yeah, my brothers always had one. I rode as a passenger, I loved it."

"Wanna go for a ride after I get the job done?"

"I'm guessing you have a Harley?"

"You guess right, although at one time I had a few Suzukis. They are pretty nice bikes. as is the Yammy eleven hundred Virago."

"What model Harley?"

"A ninety-one Sporty twelve-hundred. I have extra helmets and gloves."

"Can we go to Taunton and get a few dogs at Tex Barry's Coney Island?" she asks me.

"Yeah, then we can hit the one in Attleboro on county street."

She has her bum toward me as she does up the hash and eggs.

"You are looking at my bum...right?"

"Yeah, I'm makin' sure it doesn't wander anywhere but over here."

"You know of course if I have more than a dozen rides; I'll be considered your woman... "

"Who told you THAT?"

"My brothers."

"Well, actually it is more like if we like each other enough to wanna hang out together."

"O.k. Ray, that works."

"It'll be a lot easier now Jan, as I put a 'Dick' on her tail, not that she hasn't had one on her for six months now."

"A private eye?"

"Yup, she has been at a few hotels with some guy and not just in the lobby either."

"How did you feel when he told you that?" asked Janet.

"Not all that surprised Jan, I knew something had to be happening under the sheets. Sadly, she wasn't woman enough, to be honest with me. Dick Tracy doesn't know if the lawyer is married or not. Frankly, I don't care... If he is though and breaks it off with Carla. I am sure she is going to want to get things going with me. That is so not going to happen. She has no idea I know what she has been up to and my lawyer is doing up the divorce papers.

She takes off her neck chain of white glossy beads and glasses.

"Here, Ray they got a bit smudged."

"Taking me up on that previous offer huh?" I say as I clean them with my shirt.

"YUP. how long will it take to wire up the dryer?"

"Oh about an hour, I forgot to ask, is it a new dryer?"

"No, why?"

" I sort of assumed it was. A new dryer uses the four-wire cord."

"Does it make any difference, Ray?"

"The difference could be shocking, not to worry though. I'll get the four-wire cord.

"Then we can head out for a few dawgz with a layer of cheese and chili on top with red onions and mustard."

"Maybe later you might want to drag my white glossy beads and glasses all over my bum..."

"Might want to drag your beads and glasses all over your sexy bum? No might about it Janet."

"I'll have you squirt a new kind of condiment all over my bum," Jan says with a giggle.

"I could of course lay the dog in the Bunn of your bum-split."

"You can sit behind me humping my hiney, with your hands on my boobs."

It is noon time and the job is done. The only thing left to do is wire up a better dryer cord. I go back to my place and ride back to Jan's on the Sporty and we head off to Taunton. After we boosted their business by about thirty bucks we ride over to Capron Park in Attleboro, sit on a park bench for a bit, and chat about things. We invest another chunk of change at the Coney island Tex Barry's on County street. We are sitting at a table and from her bra, she takes out a pair of half-glasses with a white beaded neck chain.

"Clean these up for me? They got all steamed up. I'm going to want to see them sparklin' later when you drag'em all over my bum."

We are back at Jan's and getting undressed. She has a few pair of half-glasses and white beads on the bedside table as well as a pair of patent black heels with ankle straps. Jan begins by wrapping a few strings of beads around it and stroking my balls with her various styles of half-glasses as I give her boobs a nice workout.

"Oh Ray," she says with a good deal of being content, "It got so big."

"Yeah, Janet he likes you." I start hiney humping as I tweak her nipples.

"Here Ray, squirt this down there, you don't want to throw a rod."

"You talk like you have a few brothers."

She hands me a bottle of skin creme, ah that feels nice and I am giving her sweet bum a nice time. I guess she felt it was hard enough.

"Ray, slam that dog between my Bunns!"

I have no problem with that. We are now face to face, my hands wrapped around her to pull myself into her as much as possible and her hands around me so she can pull me into her as well; ah what a nice tight bush she has. So we're going at it at a good rate...

"Faster, Ray!"

I roll on the throttle some more, my mind is re-living the day riding to Taunton, then to Attleboro, sitting on a park bench, then going for more hotdogs...

Jan tightens up on me like vice grips, I'm doing her big time and I blow my load; damn does that ever feel good. Since I had it hard for the last few hours, it feels so good to blow my load into her. When I think of how much chili I took in, I'm wondering if my jism had traces of it.

It is a pretty good day, I got some wiring done, got in a good ride, and sitting in the park I knew about a good fifty-some-odd years ago with a very nice lady, chowing down on some hotdawgz and fries and a bit of time in the sack, you can't beat that.