Goose
After dinner, I planned on driving us back into town, but changed my mind on the way back. I still wanted to see Lyssa in the cut, bent over my bike in her lacy bra, garter belt, stockings, and boots. But something else occurred to me while we were sitting at the restaurant, and everything in me insisted on getting it out, which ultimately helped me decide to turn off one of the paths leading to the lookout. A place that was one of a handful in the area. There were still a few maintained by the state, but ones like this were forgotten over time and left unmaintained. Well, it is unmaintained by anyone outside the MC. Lookouts like this one, the MC has taken it upon ourselves to clean them up and keep them that way. Creating places for us to get away when needed.
Shutting off my bik
