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One of the first things he did, seemed like moments after my arrival, was put me on a bike he was working on for a friend. It was a Honda 305cc too tall beast with packing pegs but a short seat. He took off up Aleva Heights which is a cork screw road clinging to an outcropping ridge overlooking Honolulu, some beautiful vantage. I hung on behind him and leaned the wrong way on curves, gripped with fright white knuckles all the way remembering my crash in the mainland. He was a little upset for my not helping balance the gyro of cornering but I was nerves shot after that fast ride.I never had considered ever-ever riding a motorcycle again. But he was persistent.He swung me over to the dark side of two wheeling it. I learned to lean with that. I eventually got a deal on a Triumph Cub that made a great flat track bike. Yes, I went from no motorcycle skills or knowledge to fully immersed in a rather short time after he hauled me out to Red Hill to spend days doing figure 8’s in the dirt,. Waverly came back with a bowl of warm water, a mirror, and some razors and asked Justin nicely to move out of the way. She kneeled between my legs and positioned her ass so that the viewers could look at it and me at the same time.Even with that on offer, the chat messages for Justin to shave me continued to pour in along with additional tips and pledges of tips if it was Justin.“I mean guys, it is my mom” Justin was seeing the pleas as well.“You fisted my mom’s asshole and fisted mine at the same time while we made out because your MOM paid you too,” Waverly reminded him.“Well, that is different,” Justin tripped over his words and when Waverly asked him how he didn’t have a good answer.“We just aren’t used to that, and I think what Justin means is that there is a double standard because you guys have been practicing for a long time, so maybe if you shaved me, and he watched because I really don’t want to get cut either,” I stumbled over mine nervously too.It only poured fuel on the.
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