After hours and hours of hot sweaty awesome sex we finally got things set up for the races. I have always had this naughty fantasy about fucking a big...cock while my husband listens on the telephone. I was determined that this weekend was going to be the weekend that this fantasy was going to come true. So I waited and waited until my husband went to pick up our Pit Passes. A few spots down from us were a group of guys that consistently stared me down while they touched themselves so I knew this. She ran his fingers through his hair and pushed him down on the couch. Flashbacks to when they were younger sparked in Scarlet's mind and she kisses him harder. He found his way under her shorts and grabbed on to her toned butt. She pulled her self off him and started undoing his shirt buttons. "Hold on..." he breathed. "...Bedroom" he kissed her and pushed her to stand. They stumbles into the bedroom and he pulled off her shirt and threw it to the ground. She wasn't wearing a bra and he felt. Grey, if he ever witnessed it, would probably go blind from the rapid jiggling of the man-tits on stage. He tried not to think about it. Anyway, Grey had too much intellect and dignity for such a stupid and wasteful act of senseless horniness, and he decided he would go to Europe and study some of it's history from there, possibly a few ladies as well… Grey was not a bad looking geek, either. He was a rather handsome young man with brown hair, green eyes, and stood at about 6 feet tall. He was. I was on my knees rocking back and forth, fucking deep into the swampy wet and hot pussy of this young beauty. Miranda had moved and was now paying serious oral attentions to Celia’s ample tits and hard nipples. ‘Ohhh … ohhhhhhh … oh goddddddd!!!’ Celia groaned as another cum racked her body. Her pussy grabbed my cock and milked it with her spasming internal pussy muscles. I could feel her juices gushing across my cockshaft and bathing my big balls. I moved about a little and I was able to lick.