I was checking her out when one old coot from beyond her shouted to me over the music. Mature porn Riding was what I lived for, what made me happy. The night air and light from the moon made the ride surreal. I got on my bike, kicked it started and pulled out catching up to her. The tension of being ridiculed for doing what I was sent to do was weighing on me and riding helped me forget. I pulled up in front of the local watering hole, a bar with neon lights and music that could be heard on the street out side. The warm air of the summer night, and the out door delight made the experience almost over load my sensory senses. Riding was what I lived for, what made me happy. Now that I was out, the war – police action was over, the military had no use for me or my kind.
