Friends

It wasn’t really a plan, but I expected it to go like this. I had “one day” plans to bring a friend of mine on a motorcycle ride. Her name is Debbie. Debbie’s a beautiful, not beautiful, dirty blonde. She tipped off beautiful big tits with promising bumps.

We met at her daughter’s house in Boston, and I picked her up at my Harley Sports Star. We stopped at the bank and started a trip across the Mohawk Trail. It’s a secret that the ugly, busy Route 2 becomes a beautiful, picturesque country, riding along Greenfield, MA.