She looked at it with obvious pleasure. “Gavin Loncke,” I said, “we went to school together. Xxx sex “Drill me deep,” she spat, almost angrily. We all have our fantasies,” I said in a nerdy manner. I walked to the window and looked out, and indeed there was a nice little garden at the side of the house with healthy looking bright colored plants and flowers, in spite of the drought conditions prevailing. A short distance before turning into one such street, I rose off the saddle and stood high on the pedals without pedaling, letting the bike’s unaided propulsion take me slowly round the bend. Also, why settle for a peek when I could knock on the door and hope she was home alone, which was likely, considering what she was
