Anonymous wrote:
Anonymous wrote:
Anonymous wrote:I had a biker neighbor when I was in my 20's.
We had a bad storm and I knew he was away, I shoveled his driveway and steps because who wants to come home to 15" of rock hard drifted snow.
One day after his return he pounds on my door at 7am, stares right at me and asks if I shoveled for him. Upon hearing my response he shoves a bag of weed in my hand and tells his girlfriend "show him"; she lifts her shirt and shows me her breasts.
Best thank you ever.
That is a great story. Nice titties?
Actually, it's a really creepy story about male ownership of a woman's body, but hey, you do you.
Bikers don't follow the same rules that we all do, they'll trade their girlfriends for motorcycle parts other favors within the club. Women know the deal, after I did the favor for him he invited me to his house every time he had a party, once in a while I would go. The guys there all struck me as being terribly insecure and damaged. Some of them were out right criminals, but most of them I just wanted to belong to something. The criminals were the ones who treated everyone badly including other members in the club.