“Michael!” A booming voice was heard over the din of the reporters. An Arab in full flowing gear in his forties or fifties strode forward and shoo... the winning jockey’s hand. “I’m glad to see my family’s money has a not gone to waste.”“Samed Basm.” Fenella Hashwillow, lady of the manor at Ernley Estate and Stud, whispered in Ingrid’s ear. “Heir to the Basm conglomerate of petroleum products.”“Thank you sir.” The jockey replied. “And it’s Marco.”“Come, let’s celebrate.” Samed clapped a hand on. Upon finding mine locked, they then went next door. I listened as I heard the other person undo his trousers and seat themselves on the bowl of the toilet. I sat there, nervously, as my cock was still hard from the transvestite porn I'd been perusing. My eyes were all over the back of that door, reading about threesomes, blowjobs and rough, anal sex.It was at this point that I noticed something in the corner of my eye, and as I looked around and upwards, a young man in his twenties had his gaze. From beneath the Oak I could see a leg, bare footed it lay on the grass with not a movement. The Moonshine painted the skin with it silvery qualities and created a vision of such softness. Nothing in me suggested alarm and the serene situation held my attention. Now focused on what or who could share and perhaps create such serenity I inched forward. The bare foot and ankle developed into a calf sculptured by the silvery light. A knee flexed but not moving turned into thighs of such. She got quiet for a moment and then told me that she had never had anal before but she had heard a lot about it from other girls who did not take pills and wanted to have sex too. She was blushing when she said that she believed she understood, it was a lot of fun.By now, I had cum in her and separated but she surprised me and walked back over to me, smiled and asked, “Hey brother, would you like to fuck me in the ass”? Hearing the suggestion, my cock jumped better than an Olympian as she.