Threserman's Reunion
Mt Pleasant, Iowa Threserman's Reunion
---- Again this was in mid 70's, making us mid 30's...... Oh to be so young and wild again! Big farm equipment, antique car, carnavel type affair held at State Fair Grounds every Fall. Used to camp at Kewannee, Ill and attend the Hog Festival and Square Dance affair. (Not bike hogs...real hogs) We'd take a day and drive over to Mt Pleasant to take in the very large antique farm show, new equipment, and all the rides and games. Gave Dollie a chance to wear some wild outfits and show off. Big crowds.
---One year we decided to make the Threserman's Reunion a full weekend thing. We packed the Harley Panhead...best we could, tent and all, and headed the 250 miles or so West from the Peoria area. Most of the trip was interstate highways. Not my favorite. I-74 and I- 80. Boring, very few curves, flat, few hills, nothing but corn and more corn. To keep me from falling asleep, Dollie was topless most of the time, flashing truckers and others who yelled. Her cute little tanned ass was nearly as bare as gals wearing bikinis. Yep, her ass was small, tanned, and smooth back then. Mine too for those who care! Cranking the old throttle back, it was a quick ride. Admittedly, our little asses were sore when we got there. But seemed like each new adventure was a little farther from home.
---That ole 1950 Pan ran flawlessly every trip for many years. About all I ever did was check tires, top off the oil, fuel, tighten the chain and oil it, and polish the engine with Semi-Chrome. I believe that's why it rarely leaked a drop and purred like a ---Harley. One major overhaul is all I remember. Found out at high speeds I needed an upper lube to quiet a mysterious clicking sound that would appear. A few ounces of Mystery Oil in the fuel did the trick. Also, it ran better between 55 and 65 MPH. Used to piss off friends with bigger late model bikes who liked goin fast! Every few years I'd take it over to Walther Bros Harley shop in Peoria for a tune up. I knew about cars but didn't know shit about motorcycle engines. Mostly just afraid to tear it down and the pros were cheap.
---Back to the fairgrounds-----After setting up the tent in the back area, Dollie would put on her nearly no-crotched ass showin short shorts, alternating with a micro mini, after playing and showing off awhile. Tops were normally tiny halter tops, tube tops, or something with skinny straps that fell down all by themselves, exposing both itty bitty titties. Yea, we were there to camp and play.
---Cameras and film were a lot different then. I ran out of film in a few hours. Others weren't into picture taking either. But posing for sexy pictures, and flashing while posing, was part of our games. I'd spend the weekend taking make-believe pictures as other people watched. Even now, I have no idea where the many pictures we did take are. Moving, accidently burning them, and losing undeveloped film left us without old physical memories. All we have are those memories in our minds.
---There was always a display of hugh antique farming equipment and various sizes of stationary engines. We had no idea what they were, but were fascinate by them. Old farmers in bib overalls would beg Dollie, then help her up on the monsterous machinery to pose for---pretend--pictures. Often their young sons were there to watch and help her up and down. Hands were on her bare ass, pushing and steadying Dollie. Her pussy spread showing pink, as small crowds of helpful farmers gathered around. Usually both boobs were hangin free also. Same things happened when around the late model farm and off road equiipment, some yeller crawlers, tractors, etc. Some big green things with yeller deer painted on them, and other large things. Demonstrators and sales reps helped Dollie up and down off those pieces of equipment, some very large, some small. Each time her private parts were very exposed. Again helpful hands sometimes brushed against wet shiny pink body parts, or her ass, as they politely assisted Dollie up and down for Kodak moments.
---And then there were the antique cars and the carnival rides. Dollie always seemed to get free rides, once she paid for the first. Seems like she attracted more riders and an audience, as her boobs slipped out and bounced freely. No way of putting them back in once the Tilt-a-Whirl and other rides began going around and shaking up and down. Each day, all weekend, these games of exhibition continued. Dollie was lovin it! I was lovin it! Many others were lovin it. The crowds were so large, we blended in, and there were always new people to show off for.
--- Lastly. the sideshow games. As you know, those people beg you to try the ballon toss, baseball toss, and other games where ya won something useless if you put a ring on a stick, or something. Many gave you one free try. They'd let Dollie try once. Tossing, bending and so on, her titties were always exposed and jiggling. When this happened crowds of other customers appeared. To thank Dollie, she'd get too play the games as long as she liked... As long as her boobs were bouncing in the breeze.
---Most evenings we'd take the bike for a ride around Des Moines. Most evenings I got lost trying to find my way under, over, and around overpasses! Glad everyone knew where the Fairground was... except me. Sunday afternoon it was time to pack it in and head back East, over the mighty Mississippi, and home. Again, Dollie teased truckers and occasional young guys hangin out of car windows.
She always seemed to attract truckers when I was getting gas. Since I was a trucker, I preferred truck stops to get fuel. And I knew truckers were mostly horny guys who loved a free show. I'm not sure if all those truckers were comin over to look at my bike, or Dollie. It was Dollie who got all the compliments. Maybe a "nice bike" tossed in now and then. Memories----!
By this time watchin Dollie exposing everything to strangers wa normal and I could almost hold the camera still. Thinkin back, I don't know how we stayed out of trouble.
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