Oh God, riding into the garage on the highway of the sun!
Just fuck me to death already, Daddy!
I'm yours! I'm yours!

There's nothing like seeing a big sexy Daddy astride a real-man's motorcycle, the machine between his legs rumbling and spitting, snarling and roaring. And oh boy does my Daddy look sexy aboard his big grumbling '70s era Triumph. He's like some kind of bearded, muscly, long-haired, tattooed, Viking barbarian from a time before Laws. I love watching him climb onto its back and kick it into life! It sounds like a great big prehistoric wolf returned from the Ice Age. As Daddy works the throttle, or whatever it's called, and the bike roars even louder, itching to be let loose, barely reigned in but obedient to the mastery of Daddy's touch, I can feel a little electrical tingle of sexual excitement running from my head to my toes and leaving a kind of warm orgasmic afterglow in my titties and clittie. What a turn-on! I know I'm wetting my panties in anticipation. I can't wait to get on the saddle behind Daddy, put my arms around his waist, and my cheek against his big broad back, and leap off onto the road….the road to anywhere Daddy wants to take me even if there's no coming back! Especially if there's no coming back!