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TRACY AT THE BIKER BARS
---That first summer, when Dave and Tracy moved back from Illinois, we did many things together. Mostly because they begged us to. And admittedly, four tits are always better than two when flashing and going topless. I’m thinkin this was 1997. Could have been 1998. Doesn’t matter really. Dollie and I were in our late 50’s. Dave and Tracy late 40’s. We seemed to be more active than they were. Of course, when you are livin on beer, as they were, it does slow down the senses.
---Dollie and I were always talking about a few local biker bars and wet tee-shirt contests. Since Tracy and Dave lived on beer, going to a biker bar was a natural. Only there were a few things that worried me about this. Their over-drinking problem and Dave’s loud mouth after he’d had a few drinks. But, what the hell, they kept begging to go bar hoppin with us.
---Actually the few times we took Dave and Tracy to the local hangouts we went to it turned out rather exciting. Many people already knew us….knew Dollie’s booby’s! Always seemed to be a spontaneous wet tee shirt contest or flashing match. And our bar room friends would buy Dollie beer for a quick flash job. 50 cents a glass! I’d make them buy two. After all, she wasn’t a cheap flasher!
---Dollie wasn’t the only tittie shower at those bars. Why do you think I went there? For the beer? These were good ole country boys and girls. Add to that a bunch of bikers, snowbirds, hunters, and fishermen, and there was always an eclectic mix of fun lovin friendly people.
---Never ever seemed to have any problems, even when someone did get a little too much to drink. Those people watched out for each other. Tracy and Dave fit right in. Now Dollie had a tit showing competitor. Often it was Tracy topless, dancing for the customers, as Dollie sat like a good girl watching. But these were the kind of people who once they see boobies, they want more. And the females of the litter were always willing to please.
---The ages and sizes of the women, and the sizes of the titties was as varied as you could imagine. We had many a day and evening party at those two back woods bars with Dave and Tracy. Even Dave’s dirty loud mouth seemed to delight the other loud mouthed people there. A 55 gallon drum filled with free roasted peanuts kept the old wood floor slippery for dancing. Fifty cent iced draft beer flowed like a mountain spring. Bras, bikini tops, blouses, and sometimes panties were tossed onto the tables and chandeliers overhead. Weekends and some week nights there was always a cool band. Karaoke night was always fun.
--- Everyone had a great time any time we went down by the River bar hoppin. Seems every good thing must end. Several years later the River bar closed down for good. We switched to a few others. One was nice because most of the old crowd ended up there. The boaters, rednecks, hunters, and fishermen must have found another place. Maybe because there were no woods or river in that other town! This one was more of a real biker bar. But, again, in a few years that bar also closed. No money down here. Yet it costs the same to run a business.
---We’ve met many fun loving people at campgrounds, bike events and bars. But Dave and Tracy were the only couple we spent a lot of time with playing our booby games. We miss them very much.