1. Kate & Jim Chapter 5


    Date: 8/31/2017, Categories: Fiction, Author: beagle9690, Rating: 92.1, Source: sexstories.com

    answering “The subject never came up before. I never wore a helmet riding in the trailer park, only on the street. My Grandpa referred to riding without a helmet as “the dignity of risk” and refused to wear one at all” “We will wear our helmets regardless” Jim said putting his arms around her waist “I suppose we should get another bike so we can ride together; what do you think of that idea?” “I love the idea” Kate said rubbing his bristly head and kissing his lips “I’ll be your biker bitch.” “Biker bitch as opposed to my well dressed sophisticated bitch, Katherine?” Jim teased. “Anything you say lover” she whispered in his ear “and afterward I’ll ride your crank” she added rubbing his manhood through his blue jeans “you’d like that.” “Yes I would” he said patting her bottom playfully “hop on behind me and I’ll give you the grand tour......” They drove the access roads and narrow paths of the property for a couple of hours and were approaching the east section full of squirrels galore in the five acres of mature Black Walnut trees when they heard the sounds of chain saws, followed by the sound of a tree crashing to the ground. “Do you allow anyone such as loggers to cut trees on your land?” Kate inquired “I know you rent it out to farmers.” “No and never here; years ago Uncle Bob let loggers in to cut trees for pulp wood and they tried to pull a fast one and cut hardwoods. We’re going to check it out. Heaven help them if they’re poaching my black walnuts. I don’t know how ...
    many of them there are so I’m going to walk in and come up behind them. I’ll decide what to do from there. Wait ten minutes and follow the path until you can just see them and stay put. Don’t let them see you, although if worse comes to worse they’ll never catch you on the bike. You can go places with it they can’t with a truck. I’ll wave or call to you when it’s safe. Do you have your cell phone?” “Yes” she replied and Jim said “I don’t have mine so we’ll just have to make do with yours.” Jim circled around and was approximately 100 yards from where he left Kate to observe two large men of indeterminate age with their backs to him operating chain saws. They were apparently testing the waters and felling his black walnut trees to retrieve at a later date and may have posted a lookout. It’s a common practice among tree poachers. Keeping out of sight, Jim followed the narrow gravel access road in the opposite direction another 600 yards to observe two Ford F-150 pickup trucks, both 3/4 ton four-by-fours parked back from the main highway yet hidden by the trees. One of them was a brand new King Ranch Model double cab model and loaded with all the bells and whistles; heated leather seats, expensive stereo systems etc...... The other was 10 years or so older; a single cab basic work model starting to rust at the bottom of the doors and rocker panels. Waiting there was a large muscular, clean shaven and handsome man with a blond ponytail. He appeared to be in his late twenties and was ...
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