I stayed like one of the West Minster Show Dogs on the judging table. She put on a pair of rubber gloves and poured baby oil over them. She then beg...n to stroke me like she was milking a cow.I had not noticed when it happened, but my cock was as hard as had ever been since I was a teen. And when I looked back, I could see veins rising and stretching the thin flesh of my cock as if filled with a desire all of their own. Her strokes were perfect, with just the right parts of pressure,. I suspected that be true of most of them but there be some yokels what had gained some hand-grabbing rolls about they middle and a bit of droop to they ass. I had my eye on a couple of likely "slow ones" what I considered ripe for the picking.The preacher man had us all settle down early on that special day that would eventually be known as "Sadie Hawkins" day in honor of my years of devoted attendance.I was in fine fettle for the hunt.Mazie and me were probably the two fastest cock chasers in. They reached a sweaty, trembling orgasm. Brooke had just moments before let herself into the apartment following Dot's instructions. She hurried back toward the master bedroom knowing exactly what she'd find. She didn't want to startle them and spoil their fun so she leaned against the door jamb, eyes wide open marveling at the scene. Brooke opened the top button on her jeans and squeezed her hand down inside her panties. She watched as Dot hugged Marsha's legs straight up and then both. He backs out, turns the car around, and backs into his drive. He gets out and he leaves the engine on. Adala watches all this. She also watches while he walks around the car to get back into the driver’s seat of his car. Joe says, “The car is started. It has two thirds of a tank of fuel. The driver’s door is on this side with the keys in it and the motor on. I’m now sitting here with my whole car between me and there. You’re safe to get out and get in the other car to drive away. Is there.