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Bill and Larry had been roommates and best friends throughout college.  One thing that they both loved was riding motorcycles.  They’d started out with small dirt bikes but eventually worked their way up to cruising bikes.Every weekend during their senior year they’d go for weekend rides up and down the West coast. But then they graduated, found jobs and the weekend rides turned into monthly rides and eventually only once or twice a year rides.  It was one of those weekends and while they were eating lunch at a highway diner, they decided they’d try to synch their vacation schedules so they could have a couple of weeks to ride and explore. After some work on both their parts, they finally had a two-week period when they could both get time off.  They made plans for a trip from Southern Cal, through Arizona, New Mexico and Colorado and then back through Utah and Nevada and down the California coast.  They knew there would be some long days of riding but they were both excited to be on the road again.The Memorial Day weekend was approaching and the guys got their bikes tuned up and ready to roll. Larry got a set of panniers to go with the tail bag already attached to the rear of his bike.  Bill already had panniers but his seat wouldn’t work well with a tail bag.  But they planned to travel light and weren’t going camping so there was plenty of storage between the two of them. They planned to stay at B&B’s along their route, unlike when they camped on their weekend trips during college.Friday was done and Larry rode over to Bill’s place to spend the night before heading off. The got up early Saturday morning and headed south to their first destination, San Diego. They’d spent time there during college and wanted to revisit some of their favorite places.They spent the ankara travesti night at a B&B in Del Mar and after a relaxing evening chilling on the beach, they got up late and headed towards their next destination, Jerome, Arizona. Larry was having some issues with his clutch and they found a motorcycle shop in Blythe.  The shop manager told them he could get a clutch cable by that afternoon so they found a place to spend the night, then picked up the cable and fixed the problem. They’d get to Jerome tomorrow.They left Blythe early the next morning. The day was warm, bordering on hot, but the wind felt good and they made good time to Jerome. At one time Jerome had been a mining town, then it was a ghost town and now it was a thriving artists’ community. They parked the bikes, locked their gear in the panniers and found a place to get lunch and a beer. The shop had a fairly long line where you ordered your food and drinks.The next person into the shop was a young woman with wavy blonde hair to her ass. She was dressed in a Southwest style with a colorful top and flowing black skirt. You couldn’t tell much about her body because everything was loose and wispy. But she had an attractive face and a beautiful smile.While they were waiting to place their orders, they started talking and learned her name was Greta and she was a local artist. They invited her to join them for lunch figuring they could pick her brain on fun things to do. She agreed and they found a table, soon got their food and drinks and had an enjoyable lunch together.Greta told them about Sycamore Canyon which was less than an hour’s ride. She said there was a nice stream in the canyon and a great hiking trail. That sounded great to the guys and they asked if she wanted to join them travesti ankara and be their guide. She eagerly agreed. She said she wanted to stop by her car and change from sandals to boots and grab a blanket.They told her where they’d parked the bikes and a little while later, she met them there. Bill’s bike didn’t have a great two-person seat but Larry’s bike was perfect for a passenger. They pulled on their helmets, gave Greta one, climbed on and headed out to Sycamore Canyon.Larry had ridden with women on the back before. Typically, they put their arms around him and mostly stayed still.  Greta kept moving her hands and arms, sometimes around his middle, sometimes resting her hands on his thighs, sometimes around his upper chest.  He just figured she was nervous so let her do what she wanted.The ride was pleasant through the high desert on a warm, but not hot, day. It took about forty-five minutes to reach the Sycamore Canyon trailhead and parking area.  There were a few other cars parked already and Greta told them that was pretty normal for a weekend.  They stowed the helmets and then headed out to a pool that Greta told them was a little over a mile in. They’d been walking for about twenty minutes when Greta stopped, asked Larry to hold the blanket and slipped off her top. She wasn’t wearing a bra and the guys got a look at her perky C or D sized boobs.  She took the blanket back, turned around and headed down the trail. The guys followed and soon pulled off their shirts too. After another fifteen or twenty minutes they reached the pool. There were about ten other people were either in the pool or laying out on the rocks. None were wearing clothes. Greta said, “I guess I should have told you everybody skinny-dips at the pool. Is it OK with ankara travestiler you?”The guys both nodded and Bill said, “It is what it is.”They all stripped down and waded into the very cool water. They splashed around, floated, talked and finally climbed out to warm up on the rocks. Greta had spread out the blanket and they all laid down to enjoy the sun. Unfortunately, the pool was soon invaded by a group of loud teenagers.A few of the other older hikers immediately picked up their stuff, got dressed and headed back to the parking area. Greta told them this also wasn’t unusual and she had another option if they didn’t mind hiking another couple of miles. The guys both agreed and they got dressed, picked up the blanket and headed further up the trail.As they were walking Greta told them they were heading to a side canyon where there was a “beach” like area with some shade trees but no pool. She told them they could still wade in a cool stream and lie out in the sun. They found the side canyon and hiked along the stream for a while until Greta said the beach was just up ahead. She slipped off her top again and soon they were at the beach. They all stripped off their clothes and waded into the cool water and sat in the stream.Greta got out first and laid down in the middle of the blanket. Larry got out and lay on one side of her and soon Bill was laying on the other side. All of a sudden Greta reached a hand in each direction and took hold of each guy’s cock. The guys lay there enjoying the sensation and Greta just kept stroking them. She found out Bill had an average-sized cock, both length and girth, but Larry was quite long and very big around.  Greta finally spoke, “Why don’t you guys stand up.”They both did as she asked and she got on her knees.  She turned towards Bill, not letting go of Larry’s big cock, and slipped Bill’s six-incher into her mouth. She started sucking then pulled his cock out and licked it from balls to tip. Then she slurped it back in. A few more slurps and she’d completely swallowed Bill’s cock.

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