“We have an event nearby and I wanted to try it. It was fun.”“I’ll bet,” Liz said. “Nashville has a NASCAR track. I did the anthem there a...few years ago and I had the chance to take a ride with one of the drivers. She got that sucker up to 200 miles an hour on the straights and I about wet my pants.”Marcie mentioned the name of a prominent female driver and Liz nodded.“I am going to convince Annabelle to do Indy with me someday,” Marcie declared.I shook my head. My mother rarely drove the speed. Sheesh!" "John, most of those people are not gay. They just have found that bywearing women's clothes they could relax, and feel more at ease to expressthemselves. There's really nothing wrong with that, is there?" "No, I guess not." After that rather unusual conversation the pretty flight attendantstopped by our row. Leaning over Aunt Margaret she asked me if I wantedsomething to drink. As she leaned over I looked down her blouse and saw herboobs straining to be free from. He dropped his hand to my lap, and to the crotch of the unyielding jeans, letting it rest there; it felt like it belonged. He kept his hand between my legs, moving his fingers slightly against my swollen, throbbing, pussy lips, till we got to my house. He parked across the street from my house. Rodger said we should sit and talk a while. I agreed but needed to tell my parents that I was home. Most of all I needed to get rid of these damn jeans. It took literally seconds to say hi to my dad and. " The Lieutenant dropped the mat on the floor and walked out,it was then that Ray realised it was a plate coaster, about big enoughto stand on, with either his heels or his toes over the edge. "BloodySodding Bastard!" Ray yelled out after the Lieutenant.When nothing happened after a minute, Ray picked up the bamboo place-mat and put it carefully into the middle of the room. "Ah well." He saton the mat, composed himself, then slowly eased himself into a half-lotus position. "I obviously have.