when you showed up in your leathers. Sitting astride your bike your pants hugged that tight ass, formed to your muscular thighs. I keep coming up alongside, then falling back to cop a perv; I love leather. My jeans pull tight around my legs as they hug my motorcycle, the engine throbbing nicely between them. Ah, today will be a good day. For about an hour we ride wherever we feel like, smiling inside our helmets. We come up to a country pub around lunchtime, and stop