ANOTHER RIDE WITH CLYDE, the Cabby
NOTE---I was seeing Dollie do new things during these taxi games. I sure don't remember her letting anyone else except me touch her pussy that long ago. I can't remember her letting women kiss her, fondle her tits, or even get close to her pussy, other than her girlfriends when even younger. Back then it was just to tease each other, sticking dildos and other things inside their pussies.
If this sort of things happened before or after, I can't remember. This taxi cab story was hidden away in a metal box for over forty years before I rewrote it and added it to a bike site I was on.
I wrote notes then stories to share with 'pen pals' and swapped stories while camped, at little bars, and strip joints after others would tell about some of their own adventures.
If it weren't for the notes and letters these stories would never been remembered or shared again. Sharing stories like these often created new games with like minded people so the cycle continued.
Another bonus back then, Dollie didn't seem to tire of getting fucked or finger fucked at this time of her life. I used to wear her out. Now it was me getting tired!
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SATURDAY MORNING
Friday evening we giggled and discussed the possibilities of future taxi cab games. I reminded and quizzed Dollie on what her cab driver old man and women cabby friends back home told her and then I repeated the experiences Clyde's told us.
I also told Dollie it seemed safe and exciting. After all, we'd be in the back seat. Clyde had admitted he and other drivers enjoyed their bonus'.
Dollie had already just done much of what Clyde had talked about on that short cab ride back to camp. Well I wasn't sure about the showing pussy part. Yet I'd bet he saw a lip or two peeking out the crotch of those short shorts.