He interlocks his fingers in mine. One full thrust, one full gasp and he is in me. I freeze the moment in my brain. There is nothing separating us now... Our breathing is together and we start the rhythm of the dance. It becomes a waltz. His kiss is deep, long and strong. His cock is hard, thick and full. The dance is perfect and carefully orchestrated as he pumps his cock into my wet pussy. He makes love to me in his special way. Wiggling and grinding, I feel his cock become so swollen. He. We skateboarded after school. We sometimes skateboardedwhen we should have been at school. And we both loved motor racing.Both of our rooms were plastered with IndyCar posters, as well as F1 andother open wheel racers. We lived for motorsport and dreamed of beinginvolved, somehow.Riley got his chance and took it. After years of both of us writing into join the junior pit crew on several teams, Riley's sister gotselected. She had teased Riley that she could get on a team, and sureenough. He wanted the girls to have their cry, and then to see that there were - according to Prof - more deserving issues for them to be concerned about, such as Poor Lonely Mark. The girls heard his point and ZING: the waterworks stopped. It was a hell of a lot more effective than "There, there." Next thing I know, they're all apologizing to me. I was dumping them in my wake, and they were apologizing to me!I assured them there was no need ... They assured me there was and that they felt terrible for. “Do you mind if I stay and shop?” she asked. I didn’t have any problem with her shopping. I couldn’t get back to the hotel fast enough. I quickly changed into my swimming attire and grabbed a towel. I headed down to the pool area, which was jam-packed. I tossed my towel on to an empty chair that I managed to find in a corner area of the courtyard and then headed into the water, which felt good, since the tropic heat was almost unbearable. After more than a few minutes of enjoying the warm water.